Category: Filí my pockets
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Dustology Dust Elegy
Downward now to get amongst it, downward fast like bored balloon, Choking dust and Polish names, rigged games in swinging saloons. Now as if on arrowback a straight shot through the hills, Clacking red railroad trucks like spy’s glasses spinning, Ol’ black red-wheel belching excess, blazered leatherbills steam the whistle Light thinning to less than…
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Craft
I – Old But Recent Craft I make pollicitations to cunning bards past, Place of old poets thy Parnassian pasts immortal Your past-prime virtues now victuals to vexers who make you victims of gaunt learning or love-chagrinning solar sojourns. In dissecting I seek to neither venerate nor eviscerate, My lancet taps ichor and flowing essential…
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Three Graves
Dig a grave both deep and wide Spade-cleave the wintered bog, Inter his swaddled form inside Breathe again as fog. Dig another grave this time Less wide but equal deep; Melt Her quick with garnish of lyme, Rent the spent sun seeps. Dig one last grave, you man By the measures of your eye; A…
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The Halt of Hunger
Mist with dawn snaked Filling lanes like molten gold In roaring through blacksmith’s mold Web-hung shack of dirty stone, ivy-draped and shadow throne’d. Abound hunger Fallow fields festered farmers found fetid Spuds spoiling thousands and nothing yielded They raked.
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Cernunnos
This feast Cernunnos made for you Incense peels temporary wraiths, gyring to gladetop Deep drain circling blood thrice cough He hath prepared it mindfully knowing all things, toward some hidden end Past a heaving, heathen throat stings Deep drain toward higher purpose. In woods he told me I have seen him dancing More often this…
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