Category: Filí my pockets
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The Gardener
Mr Foley ate lunch on our lawn He still had his gloves on When he finished up his luncheon His pick quick work of the air between him and the ground’s hair, like a policeman’s baton Clattering an insurgent’s head, station said it never happened. Naturally as a gardener he had a love for all…
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H O L L Y W O O D E N I D O L
Celluloid satanism spurs a return to biblical literalism A new age of Creationism, it is the days of Noah and a schism Is coming, I have heard words hinting it, the trees hiss it Black mirrors breeding autisms, big meg Judges using lawgivers On civilians, the prisons are full In Winter we shiver while our…
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Worse Horrors
Sights I’ve seen make heroes incontinent When jungleshift occurs, will you still be so confident? When the very trees you marked with X’s are gone, sent By vengeful nature to weave and lead your missteps Will you call yourself the apex when you see the henges Raised up here, where ditches to stygian ends blend…
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Predictions
So much gore Displacement Skyscraper tips buried like basements Beneath glowing sediments On thin sand wedges the crowded dregs mark what’s left This place meant so much to me Someone reddens his cheek, be meek to speak Suchlike, there is no more room for sentiment Rendering of all unsettled scores A beginningless ending Such has…
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Intruder
Who dares, intruder Beware my shooter My meshuga seeks lunar approval Call a man about the removal of the remains before the funeral Who on my portcullis knocks Who in my scullery skulks silk stockinged Who longs so much to be a skull upon my mantelpiece That they breached the keep and therefore my peace…
Alchemisland 