Category: Filí my pockets
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Tastedriven
I wasp about her for a glimpse of bare leg She wafts her scent Copper taste like length-licked nickel coins Her leopard breath would tempt a coy. My vantage coign the suitorworn step between shadow-crept foyer And unkempt bed. I am lost, MIA as De Loys’s ape, seeking her pain-seeding chamber. I am shamefully faraway…
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Never get what you want
The ebon spumes of our funeral minds entwine fantastic A melding chemical wedding. All proves elastic, malleable, bends To desire’s shape. Bends, shaking frenzy, all portending disaster And pursuing alas, for pleasure alone And nothing from nothing, so Shakespeare wrote.
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Courting a sorceress
I feel a bastard’s rejection Masterless, my knifed cask asked lacking direction My protected heart electively plated in hard, gnarled, scarred armour Slept alarmless corset-tight confined inside a casket of blasted firestone The pyrearm force of her attention retired to legacy my defences She cast upon that vast deep a dark-kin shadow, she a Pegasus…
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Oneiric Irish
In half-forgotten dreams When my mind is cottoned by weed I am throttled worthy by a Hobbish queen’s curved dirk The Great Work of acquiring her mercy At all costs her mirth Her lifting attention drifts in unforecastably, in starts and fits And fitful bursts. My cursed person she illusions with purpose She commands all…
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Well of venom helping vellum
Sentiment commonly is wasted Pasted on in gaudy layers, tastelessly For a wickworth of prick-burst amazement. Waistwarding cement Call of a gallingly open casement to a wayward halfbird The forgotten safe word was Ashford.
Alchemisland 