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Firedancing
Inside oil-hewn apartments Fiery glyphs selfsummoning Basely comported, Ifrit’s imprints This fire: allelbowstable mad in attitude Sawing hatter Alice in ashes, tatters left of Tart Queens Pasteboard knights, brazen in brightness Tarot Figures frames alighted Riders Waiteing on a dreamsqueezed plain Helms xanthous quiff’d unexplainably majestic Flames as part from poorly-wired sparkplugs Marching legions of…
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Gun stuffed into your mouth, Tuesday evening
Lend ear, Roman Mental noise gentled Heavy mantle offlifted Bleeding earphones leak Dull sound of dumbed hummingbirds. Gimme tea no nettles Shotgun lemniscate Scattershot breath Feeling cold metal Shook like near-done kettle Making keepsakes of possessions Possessed by legions of Satan’s Chiefs. Browning Version Keats’ passion for Chapman’s Homer I have a go: his darkening…
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I will speak now
Poised with lips parted, as if to make a loud noise Mouth vouches nothing my hastening visceral urn couches Itching as a worm turns, tunnels burning Above it tumult and rumble Waked drake flamebathes corn-readied swards Forths, firths and farthings, acres and oxgangs hedgegirdling Brought to burning bubble Like boiled steel, or effluvial admix roiling…
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