Category: Filí my pockets
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Delusional hope
Summoned up Courage enough To read some and felt it drudgery. It wasn’t up to much. How many likes, I wondered, then sulked. Shocked when I looked, double took; This tripe’s reach would turn a short-armed boxer’s stinkeye green; Akin a righteously-preached Bible read before a prideful tribe. Is it me dumb? Their own to…
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Baron
Hang them high was my motto, until it was I that was to be hanged Revered flying ace eats flak over Greenland Wolflaugh then a distant bang Everything’s eventual, friend, and that’s that. How quickly things change: quick as windwhipped pages Parade indexwise from contents.
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Odes of a flat broke
Considering wholesale embrace of evil Seductive favour better for teasing Than a bowl of vinegar. Quiet as treason the slow change in me. Less like the resolution of last season Than a chiefly specimen dying slowly Of Dutch Elm Disease A wasting away wheeze by wheeze Until at last this phlegmous me ceases breathing Odd…
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Single basket
No one thing will hold my happiness whole The egg-heavy basket long in tipping bowls over Their broken shells like so many helms What skulls they held stoven like Bella’s elm.
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Seating arrangements and event planning discussions for real adults
No sitting furniture required. She uses my face like a recliner, where else? My sinus bones are eroded like a cokehead’s, owing to her coccyx grinding She groans and fucks like only the lonely can If I’d written Eleanor Rigby, it would’ve included a depressing blowbang With yellow marigolds before and after, and cummed tissues…
Alchemisland 