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  • Blood Simple

    Now I like a movie with thrills I sorta like Coen Brothers sometimes Watched Blood Simple and it was shite I can see how their style developed with time But it was there from the first, a certain shine  A direct line to the creative divine, if you will Boring despite a short runtime  Adoring…

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    5th Jun 2024
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  • Pearl Jam Guy

    I see you  Dad’s pearl jam shirt Facebook work listed as pint university For you it never gets better Than Yellow Leadbetter You take a red setter bus to the city center  Eddie Vedder on your headphones His lyrics enter you like food, like bones  Into an ogre’s gullet  You never caught the header  Born…

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    5th Jun 2024
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  • Saki Tries Relaxing

    Saki at fifty in Khaki, portly and saggy Stands by sandbags, Tommy lights a fag “Put that bloody cigarette out!” The words barely leave this mouth Before fatal fireworks appear ahead Spears of lancing light improve a sniper’s sight Sniped last sunrise goodnight demise.

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    5th Jun 2024
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  • World on the March

    From the vantage of a top window I watch khaki ants vanish  Factions action bound make passage  Leaving in jolly batches, in patchwork and motley  Returning in patch and blood-blotted bandage Hand in hand the gas damaged living in the land of Nod Distant action  A sense of traction, of freefall  Inked names suffer no…

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    5th Jun 2024
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    1916, alchemisland, battle, death, first world war, gothic, horror, neuralchemy, poem, poetry, soldiers, the great war, violence, war, war poems, warfare, world war one, WWI
  • Notification of Death 1915

    She hears gravel level Level step of a step sergeant Loud chest his jangling medals of charge  His thumb web black from repeated discharge within a yard of target  He hands over a cream card, says Mrs Hargreaves my heart grieves When one leaks, indeed all England bleeds  I know that he died on his…

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    5th Jun 2024
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