Category: Filí my pockets
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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…
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Desire pencil
Listen, I love women and rarely call them bitches Unless apt for the sitch, but as a stricture I ensure To fill them with semen upon downing britches No scars, nothing serious But thrash me delirious with these here reeds and switches Meant for disciplining horses, forcing them up out of ditches Rubs me witless,…
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Fucking after fighting crime
Always on the lash Gun toting badass with a lasso and a brass badge Throwing bad guys in the tank, they needed an Irish to tame yanks Abrasions, too hard when I wank A maiden, my ass, that slot stank Didn’t stop me eating it after a spanking Flag, banners star spangled Gun angled to…
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Orgasm as miracle condiment
My woman’s pre-Flood tall; seems, seen standing, on stilts To reach that flooded coochie leap like a salmon Pussy so tight night before exams, cramming No marmalade here, this cock I’m jamming but not as Marley sang it Jacob Marlay clanging clanking, that much in the bank. Vault’s unsealable. Revealed solely to me, full moon…
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