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1914 again
I woke up this morning Prospective president although unpleasant resident Peel-skinned denizen devilsent Shot this morning whilst touring Addressing crowds when, reportedly, a shot was recorded Ex-president though scathed Escaped major damage, save to his ear cartilage He ducked behind the podium, we all expected an explosion Few shots, lone gunman, so we know it’s…
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SHOOT THE CUNT
As if we weren’t already hurtling towards war Sense of things having been this way before Recording déjà vu on Fortean Forums Discovering others too are suffering strange dreams Parsing apocryphal books for prophetic anecdote, however scant. Gladelord Pan Flexed span mansome Face handsome Chest sunlight-flecked, lying in the glade At sun’s coming nesting birds…
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Firedancing
Inside oil-hewn apartments Fiery glyphs selfsummoning Basely comported, Ifrit’s imprints This fire: allelbowstable mad in attitude Sawing hatter Alice in ashes, tatters left of Tart Queens Pasteboard knights, brazen in brightness Tarot Figures frames alighted Riders Waiteing on a dreamsqueezed plain Helms xanthous quiff’d unexplainably majestic Flames as part from poorly-wired sparkplugs Marching legions of…
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Gun stuffed into your mouth, Tuesday evening
Lend ear, Roman Mental noise gentled Heavy mantle offlifted Bleeding earphones leak Dull sound of dumbed hummingbirds. Gimme tea no nettles Shotgun lemniscate Scattershot breath Feeling cold metal Shook like near-done kettle Making keepsakes of possessions Possessed by legions of Satan’s Chiefs. Browning Version Keats’ passion for Chapman’s Homer I have a go: his darkening…
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