Category: Filí my pockets
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Scipio was the first man in Rome to shave daily
Life lived stewardless Nine Inch Nails student Head and heart enholed, like the lobe of a pierced cluas Honking glue from Londis bags at Central Bank, nodding off on a Luas Drooling onto a Colombia jacket Wrigley’s packet blue Passengers laughing, might have pissed her pants. Shit hot fella, trying to steal a teenager’s bag.…
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Where are you?
Overwritten save Her, assuredly, in her usual place, only different, replaced; Her body a listed vacancy Her given soul a guest Flaying December, duress. Months without undressing. Vagrancy. In her spacious eye’s emptiness, Swinging cats, Shotput stance, Encountering no resistance.
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Poetry making wound
I am here, my fractured mind. The page still plain, Me, in wait beside the bait Praying, that words will be captured after a time; That something to match my mood can be made However rudely, however vain, however distasteful. On and on and on, until a tennis ball dawn’s Drawn on a saunter-haunted floor,…
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A sense of something new
Winter fades like Vicar blacks hardwater washed to washy grey Spring yet evades, day 28 of hatefully punctual rain A painful time to be a drain That Spring in my step you promised post didn’t show as yet I made a poor Christmas host; overdoped, low fuel, oppressively looming Christbirth eve night, whichever corner’s least…
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Dragonslayer
Silver such that Sigurd saw When he Fafnir slew, no more the blue-black dragon flew batlike Beyond his valley’s sanction Setting fire to thatches, all backlaunched sorties he sorely dispatched With swordclaw and gulletflame His nostrils like flame-fed flues no more blew out fire, famed Fafnir died. The hero tore out the spear That he…
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