Category: Filí my pockets
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Wristslashing for Thoth points
Sin soul-blighting and potent, feared by Romans Would-be Pharaohs fighting like shroom-chomping vikings One survives, emerges righteous as Lord of all Kemet Alchemy hidden in the letters which Thoth gathered and gave With his fettered ape who I imagine as having the face of William Blake.
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The left breast of a true seer can by her will alone produce a fine silk or a golden milk which when consumed promotes extranormal vision
Soot-blacked priesteyes king sighting queue to ply her mind Priestess of mighty Isis glittering in cuntish fishbelly diamonds Robes white as an holy ibis, neck jewelheavy, pieces intricate priceless Enacting vile Nilotic rites so that the dynasty survives Blood quotients taken twice, no one cares if a slave dies Every step adhered, everything done right…
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Maat’s world-pierced underbelly
Sun crowned Lictor waits, he will be blade nicked then drowned Worlds underground, i go now to feed winds, seed thunders, freed then. BenBen the sacred mound prolonging his prophetically assured drowning; You pass it everyday in town, every obelisk’s sun-licked crown. Alchemical works uncovering primordial matter, could be a doctor An accountant, less about…
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Discovering that I am a ghost
I don’t believe in myself I don’t beleaguer my cells With jumped up tales Regarding their invention I don’t believe in intention I don’t believe in tension Or attention, from anyone My name has and never will be Mentioned Love, no one and me, never meant it Money don’t acknowledge it So can’t spend it …
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Owlsong at aftersix
Chalk moon, chirping and cawing below Choirly glimmer gowks shouting a slow tattoo Stars like the frozen spray of a piss fountain Glued to the blacksuited back of some enormous, tactless accountant Branches swooning, hooting owls banshee crooning Dirigible necks all directions, all sights in eyes yet unmoving Feathers glowing, the half-light a pinion boon…
Alchemisland 