Category: Filí my pockets
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Between the kings
The betwixt, the between The liminal middle, Fiddler’s Green. An aeon of interregnum The way of the splayed rectum, that icon we pray on A preyed-upon Queen pregnant by a sable wolf Unhorned vikings honed by gelid terrains Wolftwinned during Skooma highs Celebrants dressed for ceremony, rejoicing His eminence He who made everything, see imagination…
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Fornicating before the idol
An immense black erection between henge and obelisk Confused to hobbling our terrestrial sense of direction. The seductions of that rufous odalisque proved my ruinous undoing; Where garter and hem communed, my confused lips perused, The line of her underwear like a failed HELP by one marooned Yet unattuned to self fending and solitude.
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Temple Ager
Bald prelates spoke of old prodigies, lost knowledges Of having prodded nubiler moons in forgotten yestermorrows Using Godsborrowed arms at least as long as the Nile is presumed; New to them are we, and old to them are the revering places, Where their fearful lop-eared Gods’ animal faces are said to appear To a faithless…
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Decades in review
Scandalous youth Ephebes who flew Too close to truth For holding glue. Youth’s concept and mold of casting Moleing inside my casket Sharing my disastrous everlasting.
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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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