Category: Filí my pockets
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Firesource, She
You are the blaze which entices my rag-wrapped stick Dipped to dick depth in a puddle of obsidian dinosaur gloop For whom nobody wept I took two of the tablets and slept like Rupert Brooke I took fragments of the broken tablets to her labyrinth To many, to most, she proved pole cold, o’er elaborate…
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Baptismiling
Though her faith was plainly inert The shape of her, her manner, all madame and sir Suggested she was culturally church Kind and demure, worthy church-versed virtues But she had too some smuggled wildness I spied a caking of mud on her good shoes Often found myself doing what she told me to do She…
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Architecture
Plans for the destruction of planets If “they” fail to meet our demands. A manse for the construction of that Which damages thatches, snatches hats. I cannot believe that I would sanction that Rereading texts with head in hands. A white rainbow. The table’s dance A dictator’s childhood, Abel Gance Tar pupilled her sable glance…
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Broken lift
I refuse to say what Orwell would, and advises we should, convey in one sentence I am a Tennyson and length is my way However penniless are left those who this path take Rapidly dispatched are the savaging papers The niblike point of a me-trained rapier They read my work with a would-be rapist’s sharkish…
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Spell for Wealth
Only pure burnt spud dark expunges what I’ve done I am the armoured shark Who swims the pissy sea of the sun Belly full of license plates and surfer’s arms. Night lunges like an unsighted tiger I know what must be done But generous stars must be in place Before the knife can be plunged.
Alchemisland 