Category: Filí my pockets
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Projection or Reflection
I’m seeing myself reflected in art I see In the gallery, panting with shock I am near seizure There I am hidden in a Bosch painting Below a bulbed onion dome, dark-eyed demons forcing a flail up my parted arse.
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Ambitious
Moderate white whale, one thing not to fail at the first Whole life a farce, my art won’t last alas They sense my thirst, fleeing or aversion is their urge Like I disturbed the watering hole, burst forth foaming girthy-jawed from virgin earth.
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Naked Poetry
I’ve gone far coasting on disregarding remarks from those I mark daft Deft nibbed I pen my sentence and bend a gavel, glimpses of glinting diamonds hinting perfection in between The lines haunting my mind, a sense of dark divinity confined to doorless infinity Increasing obscenity of my dreams begin questioning my sanity All is…
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Prayer to Love
Now I write of things pleasant, cleanse my palette of death’s mention An ode to love tender and long lasting, varied and sensual, mysterious Tension of a life spent in willing company, the will subdued but the heart freed Of its foremost need, that deed once signed marks a love that should shine eternal A…
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HE IS ON THE HUNT
Wet his blade Paid in satisfaction Swift action serrated gutripper retraction leaves inexact scars Fraction of his guts left inside, breached pie steaming beef spilling out Forcefeed wine, pouring into the snout, fastforward gout until the stomach lining Bubbles lively on the pavement Obsessed with dispensing death, breathlessly working his flensing knife along the length…
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