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Bedfellows
Postered walls no postered bed, it isn’t Balmoral Goldfish finds Atlantis in a reef of plastic coral Fairy lights blue the tank but the old water is sorrel Sorry to the fish inside I find that immoral But now is not the time for quarrel Cold to the touch a frost giant’s sprog I imagine…
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Last
Against chain link fences the impressed throngs Drink revelations, jet scream psalms, taking comfort stranger’s hand An orchestra suffering through a quartet of Discharge songs Why should I fight in their fucking wars They declare it My body forms an X in front of the brightest sight since creation Unutterable effulgence, the melting agent At…
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Cutting An Avenue
Love’s impossible gauntlet The Duke is sick from gimlets In bed he slumps a gauntling Around him a nightgaunt’s fret Another will not allow such play as he let The man he drank to run weighed down like a guitar fret He stayed in one room of his house as if the rest was haunted…
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Escape
Escape escape, any slack arm slit neck to nape The eyes regarding him ape him, his coat a butcher’s apron held with tape Escape escape or they’ll geld your pair! Escape escape vanity unfair! Swift cut the melee’s coarse air Acrid smokes and bodiless howls Captain bloodied steers grim corsair A course out. Neither surrender…
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