Category: Filí my pockets
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Differentwhy
Praying our lady of Guadalupe Get home alive from Guadalcanal Writing like Thoth Wrist like a quetzalcoatl Chasing butterflies in Macalania Woods, reborn a Guado This isn’t even my final form, divers transformer, Seymour Guado Climb to my eyrie’s lightning-charged spire, see more guano You can clean my windows, look in I’ll kick you off…
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EXIT
Well wall with nails embedded One entrance, no exit Leave you, Brexit Jon Jones’ extended Wing tip measured Long arms my brand Octopus wing commander My pinion long lingering Like I had metre sticks for fingers My mind half Lynch half David Firth A laughing sylph since day of birth Born swaddled in cursed dirt…
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Dust Turner
Ass like Anasazi petroglyphs, hand print after print Turning archaeological remains to dust, leading Glanton Poems weren’t moving the needle cashwise, moved to scalping I don’t mean that I’m holding tickets for whatever gig you’re hoping to get into Judge Holden, I’ll judge you and I’m always holding Eight years writing, tireless thankless scribing, 800…