Category: Filí my pockets

• Trial by Combat

  Utmost disorder when I use a pen lid to scrape out the kief drawer Coughing like soon bound for the coffin Wouldn’t be shocking, live each day like the magazine stand Full of Life and some porn, I of the storm darned by old Norns Stoned enough to stymy a prime rhymer Feel like this…

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  18th Aug 2024

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• Word hoard

  How many whips I dream of  Like Richter Belmont memory repeating at hairline’s receding Remembering Nintendo, intending to smoke a blem of endo Before I get close to ready to make a poem, forests of trees Endor In the bushes plotting the end of Empires, toy sales their sights Revolutionary until the swill’s your favourite…

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  18th Aug 2024

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• Senseless exit

  Swear to God the Father, holy ghost’s shape on the water, the Madonna Skin sagging, hanging in bags, more elastic than a pregnancy tracky Addicting to fasting since I found out about Bobby Sands, alas my sands Are running out, I’m like Sansa in King’s Landing with no way out Either The Hound, the dwarf…

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  18th Aug 2024

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• Guardpassing

  Can’t pass guard, too much lactic acid in my arms Can’t get hard, too much insantic passion in my cranium Need new combats but too fatigued to fire up the camo jeep Djeep lighter speaking to me from the desk I write at The devil’s mess I make that, then I write that No takebacks,…

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  18th Aug 2024

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• GGenTT

  Look away like a gentleman when you’re getting changed Even though the door’s ajar, ask Jafar am I gonna score Something is exchanged is an invisible way My feelings aren’t fake, like Billy Mitchell’s high scores Adoration’s lord unbored by the unpaved road to El Dorado.

  alchemisland

  18th Aug 2024

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