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Slowgoing, Aesop’s progeny
Never speed, hurry is for peons I’m not a racing pigeon I’m on a pig’s back breaking the horizon I’m an armoured gideon, my fist is insidious My thoughts are like Darth Maul’s cut dialogue I am the Sith, shhhhhht that’s your throat slit When I come out as the messiah all the tents are…
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Newmoon newme newwings
Wings grew when my weed grew When in Rome, do as Romans When in Athens, cast your ballots Thinking hard, Athenian leanings Wake from a nap wondering is this not Knossos Greek ceilings, banded with La Téne knotwork Thinking about adding freizes, sea scenes Poseidon’s beard steaming, streaming Stringed with pearls, Lisa Simpson seeming Delian…
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Crack a window
Utterly smitten, bitten and ridden with your disease, uneasy in bed Unclip the casement hasty Get to grips what all I see Grey tenements ten storeys, ineminent Nighttime seeing no linnets, evening liminal hymnal to vile evil Cast like a spell my glance, eyes a lancet lancing swollen horizon Bewared every ide, never be ID’d,…
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Have that
Had that flow you was going with Had that blow you was snorting up Had that ye make the shorties rub Had that chaz make a raucous club. I’m snorting dust Until my dust is dust Got cocaine lust Dash flushed with snowflakes Flush it or away ten years Push it, you know I got…
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