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Wolf of you me-eating
Your wolven eyes undress me Glaived vestments hang open Like overpacked bags stoven In tendril and in rag fastened Below gristle, animate duress Hunter’s flensing knife your breath Against me peeling away my flesh. Wolf of you me-eating Bulk of view’s points disagreeing Demolition, each others’ overseeing A metre stick’s distance between us a cheetah…
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Shouldering Blame
Proseless beholder, with ear Cornwall’s Regan, with Lear Castaway, mice playing gaily at awaying cats Splayed on sands sacred to Bastet Anne Hathaway hath awayed Impained of heart, assized Surmised a thing taken lightly, a trifle Were not those lips mindful archers asking Fletch me amarous arms, basking in milk musked mine Let murrains tepid…
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Sunday
Every Sunday before a golden monstrance Fronted with monstrous beetling jewels As His firmament-fixed feet seat upon Praying clemency constantly, saintly intercession Holy bleeding hands feet head body’s ceiling Impression unseen but felt of hands miraculous Fathomless mysteries fleeting Pleasing minds so lacking tender feeling Peeling beads like a holy abacus counting pealing Angelus bells,…
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Losing O at Ellis
Communities gated keep away vacant-eyed, ag féachaint Fechin portrait handsome, mansome but skeletal Prancing at barnhall dances, priests glancing sideye sidelines Lancing early anything termed handsy A segregated society’s most denigrated, at home In squalor The capable emigrated ages ago, far o’er foam Losing fadas at Ellis.
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