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Rust Pope
Even the king of the Gods Old now, rotten log Wrath’s steering absconds Abandons like a dog unwanted Manless mountains and mounded bounty To stalk the lanes of strange, haunted counties, where walk countless The deranged. To walk among these queer creatures, his appearance he cauls But his cowing fearlessness, dowl-kin beard, communion with owls…
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Mad beast
Lotus-bloated tiger dream jaded Tranqed circuited a circlet-grand cag, dragged chains Changeless until curtains conveyed like lover’s lips The butter-footed tongue’s final slip; I died a froth-stained disgrace before an audience of eight strangers.
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Give them the old Arthur McBride
Jacketless on the college steps in the morning mist, well-practiced Equipped with tactics to get you in, once you’re roped into conversation They won’t let you escape until your name’s conveyed to their list It’s not about filling one’s mouth with sounds of good sense It’s about spin, like the endgoal of the party whip,…
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A hopeless March
Misery again Sinking, like I went walking through Lincolnshire Fen A sheer fence weak defence against enemy offensives Constantly on the defensive Waiting for something to let slip I tighten the slip into a noose Buds to nip, the final snooze Head heavy as a mounted moose Continuing tantamount to self abuse I must self…
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Scream building exercise
Each member of my team Drinks from the stream of remembrance That they would remember forever That fire once those grated embers And great again will be the sun Rays widely-scaled even in grey November Dip a gleaming middle finger into the lucky dip trip bag Cleave the 3CAG, leave more than scree we’re all…
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