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Impossible cartography
From somewhere, a barking dog reports his starving tattoo. Insects thronging honeyed trunks Shouting like mid fight Ray Longo They drink it in the Congo; I don’t mean pints of Umbongo. Sure we’ll ferry you downriver, journey’ll be long though. Faster if you double the dollar though. Ripped off and knowing it but we’re finally…
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Congoing
One foot wrong and I’m gone. We’ve absconded the built’s mettle-wilting favours Traded laziness for the bilge, the thicket, and its perspirant labours. The river long, robed in fog, laughs longest as it rolls along; wet comet. Solid-seeming silt paths circuit the sides Boglike they give what inspires fires, but what sinks inside dies, tithes.…
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No starters
My whole life’s the part Where I don’t order a starter When everyone else does, so It takes one hour for my food to arrive. Everyone else’s grub looks really good. Me, starving meanwhile. Worst of all, Guy I most hate’s got a meal looks way better than mine. I mutter through toasts, no goodbyes…
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Frustrating invitation
Glum. My back a rank tissue of old attacks, latticelike, Mail-hard, any traitor’s glaive fails against my breakspear flank. In the first place I made for a rum Shakespeare, anyway; Only came to drum up interest in my admittedly funless play but I haven’t opened my mouth since saying hey. Awaiting opportunities to interject which…
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Secret runways
Only goal landing this plane Payload to Lagos Principled, like Talos Head held up, no lay low Only King, no Tayto Jamaican, that’s where they grow Planes got it, not that they know No disturbance note They know what that denotes I’m in there planting oats And taking coke My plantain down a throat Like…
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