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The death of Antinous
The retinues have filed out for the night With each subsequent wine, the whiny entitled Emperor chides His lover and mate for suggesting castration “So that further decay might be held at bay!” That higher registers he should maintain Until no brown remained in the Emperor’s mane, Gone the way of his eyes, the same…
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Drowned in the Nile to renew a Tiberside tyrant’s flagging vigour, or Emperor Hadrian’s lost love poems
Aquila at nighttime zenith His toga peeled back appealingly, revealing Antinous’s yet-congealing future features His fallow chin without shadow of beard’s hint Hadrian’s preying gaze ere surveillant Signalled a willingness to be availed Of; he the idle cat His captor the long rows of well bedded mint. By dint his status, a rustic Below but…
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The result of my seeing you
Headlight fugue agues what I hight When a hateful ape drives the lake-deep tricycle mind Of a minder-needer in a man’s hide I am not a mind reader, or am I? she winked. My fearful review suffuses with barrenness who refuses to hide Through embarrassment or some few motes of boldness The mould-inducing, role-confusing toll…
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Prayers one must be pissed to whisper
Incantatory methods excited senses already titillated by desensing spirits, Not the kind which’re methylated, nor which gain quick by aethyric limits. A God who rewards unlealty with untimely illness; If one time Your brood should misalign, failing thereby to provide the wave-breast, The whole world might be swept away again, Despite what the rainbow said.
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3 all nighters a week
Wind howling like Fenrir unshackled There’s no going back and I’m never going back Packing a coner so much it hardly smokes, never gonna lack That much I know. Count my bucks that way I know How much I sold After the afterglow, when the ‘you have to gos’ are going home Glozing through the…
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