Category: Filí my pockets
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Vidya
I say the best game is Doom II Marooned on hell’s shore, abhorrent Plutonia Experiment You disagree, suggest Hexen II Willingly hanging with you medically considered self-abuse It’s like I’m paying last life’s dues, my name is Earl you’re last on my list Your kiss was on that list but much nearer the top of…
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Primo
Prime candidate for cancer Checking my ballbag’s planets for lumpen answer Scions do not rise from prayer, orisons to matins and back On knees and on backs, praying for the life of the king You are starting to look dehydrated Forehead like a fallen quince.
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Night’s prince
I kiss my fist before I swing to hit, hot as Ifrit’s imprints my indents I am the night prince, everytime I hit print the cyan misses Sion’s missiles arising like aureate beams upon the birth of Christ Manger for a berth, saviour and lordling of all earth among mangy animals Chortling currently at a…
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The Big Fella
Heartrate spiking, monitor short circuiting like someone spilled Lucozade I leave bushels of grenades in the parade float I’m Michael Collins dodging Brits plain sight on a fixed gear push bike.
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Wrists and trysts
Born depressed, head’s recesses dreaded Recessive genes in surplus enshadow my sulcus Born a dark shogun, shadowed Atlas world ashoulder Holding onto the speakers, feeling noise Noddy Holder As I get older my nodding off increases in frequency. Show tongue I’ll show gun, I’m nine times Basquiat I’m the Uileann piper leaving Hamelin with rats…
Alchemisland 