Category: Filí my pockets
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The bringabout
The reluctant visitor’s unheld hand Cramps in mine upon mainlining this cliff-gifted vantage Lifted right from the writ glyph this wrist had minted; To imprint inebriatedly-glimpsed fantasies with reality’s hint. All winter long my longing’s chrysalis crystallized my wish list Readied the mind’s gifts for the wasp-mine of lidless life. To my own creations I…
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Growing the additional eyelids required to enter the Red City
At night, my narrowed mind pilum flights far from the ward Toward some blissless, harrowing land full of listless history Strange manner, odder banner Blinding wind and blistering sand Fissures hissing, a scorpion’s vicious arrow stinger never missing Shadowless as prissy-making unsunned climes yet all the while An ever-prodding sun’s formative rod rots beginners before…
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Planting a 3
Singles hewn from crowded thirds Beneath Earth’s most deserted fir. Urges so strong they hurt. Loathing how quick what I’ve learned To need purges my purse. Wrote what I saw but knew not, then nor now, What the ambulating herald’s appearance connoted, The amulet at my breast, typically cold, grew momentarily molten.
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Ishtar gates protect my heart
Upon, as asset to, an ass, is Jesus back? quipped the papers When some taker for quick jape leaked gayness without his say So and so it was, so it goes So one knows at rite-stowing night why In unquiet dreams he rides screaming into open throats. Saw a violet woman opal-eyed Emerge from opining…
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The unknowability of the
Untrampled lands My old manse Ivy plant clad Eschews fancy trappings, like plans Dungeon lonely Onion stone only Miles of devotional tapestries Depicting recondite mythological scenes; Sky like Pict-skin, white with woad spirals Picturetaker, lasts a while like a corpse’s smile.
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