Category: Filí my pockets
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BIRDCROWNED
Hooded ravens like sable priests Branch pulpits, sylvan sermons Where the river swerves Ancient faces, opaque and shapely Like women from a faded mosaic Beauty untamed, pagan Stained, sporting abrasions
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And city and city and city
Mournful, needing more food to function We have not known fun We have known every inch of the sun How it falls like a truncheon When you’re trudging hungrily Scrounging together enough For a meagre luncheon That’s never enough Stuffy in layers of jumpers Keep them on because I haven’t showered in months Besides, my…
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Trufflehunter
Greased pig of our love Ungraspable Slips away, slides from my hands My palms slickened fail to grasp The porcine package during its fast pass Passage one of action Perhaps I could have was I masterful If my grip strength was greater If I had great big mandibles Our love damaging radiation Leaking into the…
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Egyptiac Cryptic
Khufu planning to imbue pyramids with serpent power I’ll do all I promised sometime over the next hour Let me finish off this flower, there’s barely ten hits left Hit two hundred on a scratcher, get back, ten minutes left Before closing time, collect, too late to flex because everything Is closed but tomorrow we’re…
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Take half and see
Hoodie says take half let an hour pass and see if I past muster Fuck that bastard I gob a jar of mustard to invite circling buzzards, take Two the roof of my mouth felt like it grew to be the size of a high Cathedral ceiling, tapered and gothic and capered with alchemical motif…
Alchemisland 