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Telling paramours tomorrow’s battle plans
Hoi polloi cider-joyed and kingringed lordlings eiderdowned Cavorting under one roof, hearthfires zenith to a point A bored portal around which scrawl Esculent-redolent miasms lingering like kicked dogs Spasming phantasms in Caesar seizures Grog, groping, the mind fogging. Yawning eyes to awning’s eaves attention pay Adam’s eyes to Eve, morning of the sixth day Night…
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Prostration’s cessation
Centuries of endless boredom end Stirring suddenly, repulsing dust I must I must I must I must At first my fussing mind tells me I am tired It mires me in anxieties, like manacles feet unfreeing Sprites spiteful away from me I thee banish, I thee vanquish They without bodies cannot vanish But for a…
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Wrists fissuring, soul fisherman
Contusions where a bracer sits Sutures circletting sawn wrists Sore, agonised with gifts. Squeezing to little movement In the humble office, abluting Below a blue and grey mosaic Of Roman Pluto threshing hay. What rooted this bruising What routed my armies In rash confusion Making me Napoleon. Elba, Saint Helena Or there adjacent Frosting my…
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My life to brass tacks
Down to brass tacks Beneath marble, harsh stone Obsidian pillar of me, idiot bard self-marvelling Little regarding what retards my targeting truth Far from the thing’s root, suited hued in soot One foot in front another, marching to the crypt Clad black dressed for death you never know when No breath or tomorrow promised, no…
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Regarding my own works
Delving where I would not typically Bringing back the void lyrically From my black, seething wellspring Whence springs me, knowing me thence Thing unclean, unfit receiving hippocrene My unpublished books unfit even for charity shop shelves Beside Stieg Larsson, Stephen King, Stephanie Meyer and George Martin Present in every Concern and Vincent De Paul from…
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