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Janky Turbot
Numbing smoke hits me Serpent stunned Fusilli smoke Winding around a forked stick Shivering divining rod House of water John Clare’s pencil broken Shipwreck life’s esteems Wax seals Sealed ears Bound captains Driven mad by boundaries Inescapable mazes Stick to the left side wall Left hand tracing it pathfinder Unfurling a ball of red string …
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It Smells Like Burning Templars In Here
When I walk past it’s O face, salt bae How you feel about me: a salt bay April is Aries gearing up to Assault May. You’re salty saline Temple at prod crumble like praline Flood of God swerved it, salt sieve like baleen. Lighting up the sky it’s divine I’m like an invasion of aliens…
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The Beginning
A citadel concealed by clouds Nimbus caul around Olympus A covering worn like a shroud Through bores a sage caught glimpses. Dark buffeting solar winds Void, matte black then time begins Gardens which will host many sins Are yet seeds, strands that Norns will tend. Seas with witch hat sharkfins in Down below and dark…
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Bogged
My life a mountain, it’s Greek climes An island of poet kings old rhymes Days of the dog, a corpse consigned to the bog Rises up coated in peat slime His veins are empty His pains which in his life drove him insane Gone spun away like wind vanes He will kill plenty, fold twenty…
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Rite inside the pyramid which darkens the soul
When a gibbous moon is low When black robed men go Torches aglow they abscond brick road Shafts of sun their torches throw Even Pharaoh does not know Obscure rites enacted Puzzling Names from Time redacted Hues which mortal iris fears refracted Through a glass pendulum, roles are acted Dead men are seen to talk…
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