Category: Filí my pockets
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Sicilian
My drug jockeys hockey player violent When they can’t buy my devil’s doc leaf, Or a little sprinkle of Bold powder to spread out across their keys, Promises to remove creases, streaks and stains from your satins. Sicily, she hails from there originally, Probably has a mafia incident in the family history, And a hidden…
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HIDDEN WINNERS
I keep a meal pack concealed like a chameleon Ducking something vehement, hail Mary, Chilean Candles with red handles burning to bring luck ample I’m taking free samples of the latest ampules Dilate my pupils, my mind is a pupa Butterflies trooping out my trepanning wound.
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Shoreseer
One cannot imagine the joy of seeing shore At endurance’s northmost, flagging and dogged Beyond mettle’s nadir, the test weapon unbent but broken Like a racked man croaking his scripted confession Yes, I had constructed to vex the denizens of this realm A dire device; a devil-fed hexvessel.
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Filthtide
A fine timepiece weak but striking, wound once then broken Tidecolour turf, waves white-frosted with piss-frothed tips Colour of bromides, luring currents, more lurid worlds free from purity Puréed dirt from ablution pipes swirls in brown aristocracy Rotten mists nip, biting acidine at sail sheets Persisting disturbed cerecloth smell circles Grips passing ships like a…
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S RIP TORIUM C
Composing odes, poems felt unimprovable Then awoke Drool-choked with overpacked holiday, black-soled eyes Ward without cubicle Incurable dead find here the lazaret of last confession.
Alchemisland 