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Last Broadcast Night Of Eclipse
The last time lights turn on before they are off Announcing the meltdown Forecasters cast glances down They wear frowns They explain what they found On protocol expound Told you shit would go down Where’s the fucking iodine Til Monday then this is Dr Frasier Crane signing off.
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Birdcage
My bird not Stymphalian Is a sort who wears leather Body hairless as an alien She fastens her hair together She’s got gazelle flank I’m Gustave alligator Tarry at watering hole ‘bout time he ate her Afterwards gladheateher the crows rustling above the crater Full of dirty water the slick sides, now red with slaughter…
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Toilet Talk
The commode rumbles like a Bonnacon used it Contused by force of concussive shit Vitality hit to your brand-new Duravit If you’re looking for bogroll soz the lot I used it Confused you wipe off on your wrist Swear next time you will only piss. Sometimes with shit you cannot get clear of it Sometimes…
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Martha Tames The Tarasque
A hand with chores, Lord, all I ask But Mary took the right true path Holy saint Martha saw her brother raised Came to France after, tamed a Tarasque Led by its neck with her satin sash In the square with knives they slash Doomsday she shoots up from her grave A royal masque and…
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Zozimus
My ankles you haunt Cat what’re you Shouting about What could you want? You nose at my legs Tilting at shadows You nestle again. Lap you knead Unseen bread An unseen life Thoroughbred. Door you can open You will not open Scouring the rooms Someone to rope in. At dinner or not Wailing as if…
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