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hannibal ad portas
Fur coat stowing, Pimms going Down nicely and the rest up my shrón Snow and smoke O-blowing Steady nose diet Steady nose dive Dying or thriving for coke Company private, wide awake ALIVE Higher than Avenue Five Tell the driver turn up the grime Drive us to Pimlico, bro, wanna go where Himilco goes Heavy…
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Gain by murder
Old murder stain immortal on the Molesworth floor Dirty kitchen corner Where in hornier cornmaking days we spent time cavorting Feasts fit for horned lords, sporting hunt blusterful Wide-ended blunderbussish his wondrous hunting horn Painted urn waxy and lustrous, bull blood red and bone dust white Depicting the blinding of one-eyed Polyphemus on the Sicilian…
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Scrap pile messiah
Hulking pile of tiger stripe debris, lightly spiced. Miscellaneous components. A robotmaker’s scree Oil-honking heavy sediment leftover from a long ago age of machines Rudiments, parts which tallied compose pieces Rat-proof, rust-dewed bones Some promising Honour Roll student’s yesterday thesis Belly-bent, shaped like a bowpart Like an empty mound waiting to be filled by some…
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Ocean omens
Gilled Gods resurfacing after two millennia below surf Killing that gull wasn’t worth the full belly Hell’s worst rotating like armpit temperature sushi The shackles I made for my mind Had it so that small fires were greatly magnified to my eyes So the smallest of trials to my sight resembled a Titan A Mount…
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All that glitters is not gold
To a moth I’m like a lamp two million watt Luridly luring them to my lantern’s unearned purity. Smoke and flame Must be Durin’s bane. Picture this: In the park’s darkest parts Selling barbiturates and bark, in bits. Glamour glitz, blunt hits as verse gristle, Audemars wristed All the visiting outfizzling stars out and about,…
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