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EXIT
Well wall with nails embedded One entrance, no exit Leave you, Brexit Jon Jones’ extended Wing tip measured Long arms my brand Octopus wing commander My pinion long lingering Like I had metre sticks for fingers My mind half Lynch half David Firth A laughing sylph since day of birth Born swaddled in cursed dirt…
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Black47back
Potatoes blight-smothered Bright uniformed enforcers Turfing out sunken Mothers Brother killing brother Proddie oaths uttered Eating weeds stifling hunger Brits living it up Legs up at the Ritz Taigs taking the sip Of traitor’s soup Trains of troopers Trained for rural evictions Such scenes lately fixtures Long fissures, spuds dead in lazy beds Country is…
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Dust Turner
Ass like Anasazi petroglyphs, hand print after print Turning archaeological remains to dust, leading Glanton Poems weren’t moving the needle cashwise, moved to scalping I don’t mean that I’m holding tickets for whatever gig you’re hoping to get into Judge Holden, I’ll judge you and I’m always holding Eight years writing, tireless thankless scribing, 800…
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