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Father, they hate my creation
Loathed with gnashing hate my exasperating poems As if created bespoke for their specific knowing. Hate-fashioned totems lashing back at a total failure’s fate, Every evasive facet eight times worked to exert Maximum psychic damage on searchers. Four going down, so next gets the debt; Hammydown schoolgown, neck already stretched. Shoulder chipped like beat up…
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The prayercaller’s shout
Minerals divers Binary stars highted after curs Unworldly experiments recorded but curtly To hide them in hidebound, lest too far back pushed, Our fogbank curtains and bushes obscurant, on this certain great work. Unfar from a lasting curative Keep on, keep on with thy siphoning jar. * Rubylike spinels on strings like fiddler’s fingers Dangling…
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Twisted king’s dream transcriber
That loud silence abounding where dead men reside, Whether struck down by cast pilum in prime, or past, Dead dropped in fields, on yawning pasture Dreaming of land deals. * Lunate etchings decorated the ex-patient’s stretched flesh, Eas’ly flens’d acquiescent skin, leathern and nesting legends. Scarab-back black, ashcatcher’s tongue, my backward sun. Bad batch’s worst…
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Suncharge
Howl out that I’m determined In tournament with the sun The serpent and the Son My sermons full of puns Pushing aside my Old servile manners in favour of new ones. No more am I A tithe-crushed serf Contentedly carried to whatever isle and end. No more will I support any carrioner’s diet; I am…
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Hauberk
Alleged leftist militias ‘must be pacified’ If the Nation Ship’s course be righted Hoarse with fright, relationships strained Stained raiments on all white knights.
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