Category: Filí my pockets
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Dressings Changed
Olfactory: bleach stink metallurgicalontological hospital Labs and lists of strange ologies Elderly at life’s descent pack no suitcase for these holidays All morning sat bored in a bleach-stinking hospital ward Gore blurs the lessons I fail to absorb What red provokes, lips stranger’s skin becoming kin, mystery lovers To me recalls that forking wound that…
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Maths Class
Bleach-scented ward and warfarin thick blood machine spun, Pus-sunbursted the xanthous suture prodded at, maths class soon thereafter, Surely my jury deduces experience and aversion correlate, bloodsoaked plaster, Dressings and Christlike undressed flesh, wounds of brothers worse for blood ties. My (master) Self flees adversity like a caveman at the voice of his god the…
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Old Cat
Barely midnight unfurling familiar red thread whose frayed end I know Sleeping lover undercover for it is bitter cold outside but You sitting coiled Better here inside with heated hearth and heart spare for you Cats always coy, knowing they are spoiled Sometimes when I talk I swear you understand With time recognition, trusting first…
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The Hunt
The hunter quarrelling with a mislain bolt never copped his watcher When struck on side his bolt away slide toward shape like velociraptor From parting ferns it leapt all-kill, no requirement for a doctor Agonised his scolded wit lamented not having copped her Tendons tore and skin ripped o’er when tiger teeth viced his flesh…
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Devil’s Loop
When times are tough my magic ring gets me out of sight Now when times are tough, it withholds from me delight Indulge indulge the swelling lungs invoke invoke the gifting tongues Really it confuses me, essentially contuses me, extinguishes fuse of me When I wear it they can’t see but something else does clear…
Alchemisland 