Category: Filí my pockets
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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…
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Pickingseason
Apple picking season In Phoenix Park with Eve Tell her if she’s walking through leaves watch for needles If we hadn’t been bummed by priests, we’d still have Jesus My shit green as greengages, greener than green gables A single drag fade you and give you the fear, teenager In trouble, seen an endless struggle…