Category: Filí my pockets
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The Count
One eye creased my device’s sight like Time Crisis, light him up like beacons Cap peak placed low, hood up Cleaning a piece keenly mirrorsheen, waiters wiping lipstick from glasslips in speakeasies If yon gleaming glass slipper fit easily on any old flipper Every bitter cripple, crystal-coveting grifter and archvillain would hold meaningful title Cash…
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Puck Fair Puck Head Off
Number one, King Pecker Dunne If Spotify had him, England’d be didded gone inside an hour Power of sixty minutes each pushing around the circumference of Cronos’ slavery orange All is aflower Hours since sense last spoken, sentences rewinding like snagged reels Reaching pure sentiment, telling everyone how much they mean Talking about reinstating royal…
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What I learnt from Nessus
Player of games, ancient of days Work in poker, can’t even play Maintain ways of surviving, even thriving Dividing and conquering, wearing disguises Divine walking mortal, sharing horizons with nobody. No lies exist Everything iteration of mind, infinite variation Tongues desiring to know words from faraway lands No scarcity of misunderstanding at home No shortage…
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BRITS ABROAD
Came here on holiday to get away from blokes like him Beer foam moustache crowning upcurled lips creased asneer More lines than Newcastle’s jersey designer had in mind Tab-green fingers pick away at a full English, Benson same time Glass of white wine nine in the morning or else they’ll get divorced Forcing her to…
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WOLF LUCK
Bloodlust of a famished wolfpack Attacking reckless ruthless abandon Flesh abandons bone Floundering in blood which fountains out of the shot through Flowering of lead-showered shoots Tendons like pink vinculum in a camp kid’s sum book Back to fang, rock, ape rage, tech stone age.
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