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  • Fiscal Dracula fisting my bank balance

    Cleaning out my bank account Like I’m being mind controlled By pecuniary count dracula Warlord of Wallachia short a few dollars Saw coffers bottom and coughed up a lure Abjuring sense penning my pin at the ATM Selecting withdrawal extracting maximum Fuck the taxman, fear no axeman Love thy batsman, some of my maxims He…

    alchemisland

    18th Jul 2024
    Filí my pockets
    alchemisland, impulsive, money, neuralchemy, poem, poet, poetry, spending, vampires
  • Silken Thomas

    The bauld FitzGeral of Kildare In daring, doing; in doing, uncaring False rumours have reached mantle-tickled ear Hearsay leashed him and rash course steered Wars, rumours of wars Fathers hanged in Rometown towers. Tudorcousin garbed richly In Dublin’s marble heart Faith compel to heel Rebellion inchoate “A villain you are not, Thomas. Always doubting, since…

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    18th Jul 2024
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  • Drug abusing poetic muse amuser

    I am but a sound Handless foreknowledge thing yet formed Wheel of my wants by me neither turned nor designed Wheel of mind greased by green, smiling hearing grinders Grinding teeth never dreaming, foregoing life and self-esteem Forgetting deeds, good or bad Weeping for forgetting only; weed steals From me what is me, quintessence. Inventing…

    alchemisland

    18th Jul 2024
    Filí my pockets
    alchemisland, art, drugs, mind, muse, neuralchemy, poem, poet, poetry, writer
  • Sink full of filth

    Flies in superposition above a heap of unwashed delf Searching google for help tells me they adore vinegar Adding washing up liquid to my mixture to affix them Stuck, luckless no more alighting, last flight of the Phoenix. Linger long a song’s length to die, I expect Mr. Bond Once bonded ionically, names become cruelly…

    alchemisland

    17th Jul 2024
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  • Light and hopelessness

    Every breath wrestles phlegm before exiting Having sword not will therewith to swing Falling to lesser enemies, head full of magic beans Dreaming beanstalks and Jack-stalking giants Giants who smell Englishmen welcome in the IRA With mad dogs and Anglo-Saxons in the sun’s final hours Rays unafraid despite day’s shortening, brighter therefore in spite Pale…

    alchemisland

    17th Jul 2024
    Filí my pockets
    addiction, alchemisland, art, depression, drugs, hope, hopelessness, imagination, light, neuralchemy, poem, poet, poetry, sun
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