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Drugs and crowns
I’m on drugs and crowns Gemheavy sceptres Rugs spun of thread exceptional Ermine gowns with fur mantles colour eglantine Dick eggplantine, often planted Call my dick the plantation All that came before erasing Rumour that I’ll boom it, some foundation You’re frothing like fancy coffee Little death without a coffin You say amazing amazing amazing…
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Old king’s thoughts
Fog settling on barrow downs, holes for old kings I am an old ship’s remnant hull, full of old things High and grounded, looking down wingless angel The world below me raging like an ape volatilated By a net’s embrace, my finger along gilded cage’s bars Something to mark that Midas was here Through grilled…
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Blitz Blitz Blitz
Steel screaming reaping reavers like terrifying pteradactyls Spear’s tip, provisions at the rear fortifying each taken inch, sight unreal Bends yet at British steel; years more we can take! say they, no mayday No surrender, go hell for leather, rusted squares on metal stretchers Long stretches of blasted city All scree, choking debris, cleft masonry…
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