Category: Filí my pockets
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Sobriety
You’re on Sovember, scotchonrockstober the shock of sober can leave man over Like a turnover I’m dark at bits. “€1.70 love, and a bag is it?” flyover white cliffs Dover The Sea of Rome in Ostia, the Holy See the suffering earth the rebounding surf that slurps The bay, the gulls cascade to the cast…
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Love’s Conclusion
Bromides for Brunhilda, her Sigurd serpent summoned The land is divided like a fair share pie, the music died wrote Don McClean Submerging for unworthy causes, the waves break on and off the hump of H.L. Hunley All the drakes are loosed, Sigurd through the magic mist, Sigurd land of Honah Lee Ennead of lake…
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Chewtonic
Join the army I can’t hear Universal Soldier make a necklace of my ear Johnny get your gun, the shootings not done Descending a long hall, the sticky sweat of fear In it for the long haul, designed by Albert Speer Sitting in what was your office, sitting in what is your coffin On your…
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Clock
In a half day waylaid by twelve labours Nemean lion maimed, its teeth sabres Acephalic hydra, headshot clean stables.
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StOnEd
High appealing but high feeling revealing: watched feeling like you’ve been framed Makes you docile, defrosts you, butter for blood and wide eyes like you’ve been tamed.
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