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H1 REPORTS
Open docs, jot down who pulled up their socks Who marched jocks down thumb-sucking? Who is dumb and did nothing? Whose trencher contents stretch credulity and chagrin ledgers? Who but an Olympian can name the next generation’s legends. Down to brass tacks, who got down to it Never show me the number before tax Unless you…
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Plane Struck By Lightning
A tale that must be told Singular in strangeness Time to unpack it all now that I’m a patient Declared legally insane Strange as Webster’s Vertical Plane Such audacious conflations of credulity all in one place, at such pace, A mind wearing such weights droops, hides its face like the plate-touching chin of blameless Gorgythion.…
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Area Seven
Lurid commandments, Fortinbras reactions Fortifying sandbanks to stop seas, plasters for gangrene They are on parade in full array in show of martial force Know now what Mam meant but too late to mention it She’s weeks dead and buried, across firerivers ferried to unmerry walled places – not Derry Street’s last house House number…
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Killer Seed
No fitting lyrics No fixity of fate No faith in empiricals Autarchs and imperials breed serial killers and plant them among the populace Paid populists reduce proud pulpits to dinsome soapboxes Panthers slides among suburban planters, licorice hides contrasting white chrysanthemums Phantoms below your blinking garden lanterns, hardening stare as you scrunch for answers Crunch…
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Zombie
Pills zonk me, conked out like a Haitian zombie For that term thank William Seabrook, writer at his desk and wino in his cups Scoop hound booze hound he loved to hear the hissing sound of dark brown beer, its coursing down balms inner ow Which he first put in print for western attention He…
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