Category: Filí my pockets
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Crafting Stars
Why specialise, obtain special eyes We need fewer yous and more like Is Isis the typist her husband the sunrise Highly prized the nicest jewel the nightsky’s Gygaxian dice toss, galaxian price loss Market drops on Neptune’s frost Ogygian guises and the feathers of Thoth. I need the heat I’m a desert sapper I’m ombrophobic,…
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Well Misspent
Brothers in traumatic blows, contusion and confusion We are in the shed on another session Gin-soaked Dionysian, nearing obsession Barely 20 but sickly, 20 Benson daily, with eyes of a veteran Confession easier in retrospect, distinctive lack of self respect and whose impressed Everything hazy a shadowplay, only rudest faintest impression Off my head like…
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The First Drama
In the beginning two males two females Adam of dirt, Samael of flame God’s severity, who plants a tree and has a snake tail Divinely gelded, to Lillith’s shame.
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Fifteen
Goading someone into hitting a friend, ten from zero So I can intercede myself, look a hard man and hero All five foot of me, a limp wrist for whisking and whiskey and little more A wrist so skinny that a shackle slides off, workhouse build and dangerously bored Done screaming that mam’s a whore,…
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Protofaith
The first religion was a solar affair Mounds and light and grain and blood and sperm What will the last religion be? Beyond contemporary scientism The unutterable fusions Return of mediaeval thought Harmonies of humor, planetary music, sequences of linked spheres Philosophy, crafts and mystical logic The new knowledge will give birth to the first…
Alchemisland 