Category: Filí my pockets
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Hasty burial
Ground too hard or too proud to glaive He explained gravely, plus or minus some words the Lord forgave. The baleeny veins of his Bernini handback drained his flooded brow A mighty thirst was prompt obeyed, he knocked back his amount. He didn’t whorify his unglorifying ways on our account. The horror of his blotched,…
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Angelic legacy
To shepherd’s delight, sky fluster’s pie Meanwhile, angels in tatty dusters shuffle house to house Muttering under blessed breaths the breadthless names Infinity gave itself with a quill of flames. On the bottom shelf, frayed and yellowing, Its binding frail, a mislabelled book of names; Those who will enter paradise through its famous gates. Thumbed…
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The why
I’ve eaten meals whose completion is tantamount to martyrdom Scores of corpses, strange corps of flagellants carted them To a burning place upon the furze-furnished moor at Burnhaimlaice. I’ve dined cold on a thousand mould-drenched trenchers Not to have to work. Coughing down coffindown, prophet-mouthed spiders, and vile flowers, Not to have to serve. Having…
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Inkpot inkblot
Every child dreams upon his first denial Of uprooting through guile the arrogant titans Who by gifted title tithe a life I write I write I whip the tide I forbid its returning, as did it every other time. For every hundred blunted hours I’ve spent writing Blunting biros upon a chiaroscuro Bible Bound with…
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The poisoner’s advice
Morgue ferns sweeten my hellebore tea Mordant reserves leaking out of my unpreservable diary. I will abroad, the board struck like a close-up broadside They will applaud, else I would resort By responding with undue thought the direst reports Of my uncordial fruit’s swordsome chorus.
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