Category: Filí my pockets
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Drowned in the Nile to renew a Tiberside tyrant’s flagging vigour, or Emperor Hadrian’s lost love poems
Aquila at nighttime zenith His toga peeled back appealingly, revealing Antinous’s yet-congealing future features His fallow chin without shadow of beard’s hint Hadrian’s preying gaze ere surveillant Signalled a willingness to be availed Of; he the idle cat His captor the long rows of well bedded mint. By dint his status, a rustic Below but…
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The result of my seeing you
Headlight fugue agues what I hight When a hateful ape drives the lake-deep tricycle mind Of a minder-needer in a man’s hide I am not a mind reader, or am I? she winked. My fearful review suffuses with barrenness who refuses to hide Through embarrassment or some few motes of boldness The mould-inducing, role-confusing toll…
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Prayers one must be pissed to whisper
Incantatory methods excited senses already titillated by desensing spirits, Not the kind which’re methylated, nor which gain quick by aethyric limits. A God who rewards unlealty with untimely illness; If one time Your brood should misalign, failing thereby to provide the wave-breast, The whole world might be swept away again, Despite what the rainbow said.
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3 all nighters a week
Wind howling like Fenrir unshackled There’s no going back and I’m never going back Packing a coner so much it hardly smokes, never gonna lack That much I know. Count my bucks that way I know How much I sold After the afterglow, when the ‘you have to gos’ are going home Glozing through the…
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Lipbluer
Reciting passages from singed outsider Bibles reconstituted post-bonfire Imbibing Paranoia Cabbage unto my demise, the most monged, soul high Standing pat with packs, logoed back Tradeless Jack jacketless in the jagged lobby My lagging hobbies symptomize a winding down mind Confination’s self-conflagrating conclusion Nothing’s useful when one’s youthful aloofness is harpooned A shooter’s instinct unpated…
Alchemisland 