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When labourers retrieved the bucket from the well, they were horrified to find
Slaves in chains should stay in lanes Don’t worry about daily takings Daily taking what my dealer calls God’s Breath Second I take it, elevates my resting heartrate tier Speak my name loud and clear like Sega gear upon hitting power Hitting upon power already in my keeping But hidden from me, the keeper of…
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Two year gestation time
Plans at womb stage, zygotic indistinct potatoes still later shaped Deadheading, clipped them back to the root Heading them off by alternate routes Soot black the world’s roof at my left flank’s bowshot Cathiss-like arrowflight, a stoic elite waiting to die The mighty stand from their trenches, defiant and iron-sided When I’m not full of…
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Shades of
More green than a clover field Overuse for real, but now it’s over My blunts considered the evening closer Use one and you’ll be folded Hash smell on all my clothes Keep using, keep abusing, and never get older World can’t turn because it’s on my shoulders Falling apart but on I soldier Going fast…
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The lives of others
Ears smothered as the muzzle discharged Untroubled by my charge Fist through a stained glass picture of some saintly visitation No scar though Can’t maintain being sober long enough to start the car Breaking shells leaving shards, no escargot Through thin walls the sound of muttering The Lives of Others, Dublin and London Truths up-bubbling…
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Rumcunted at the rave
Drinking port no stormy Polished off four Dark ‘n’ Stormies Now I’m shaking with dark stories Imbalances in my hormones In bastards where my sword goes Massive totals, gross looking Khaled Finally back in plus, Jhonn balance Through a hair’s breadth crack, sneaking out the back Thank God I stuck to salads.
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