Category: Filí my pockets
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Pilgrims Walking – VII
In the morning no sign of the knights Off with their hides, hied to the night Only memories left behind As rind and reminder Life can be like a wine cup, full up of the good stuff Or empty, a wind up bird it can sit in the drawer or fly plenty High hundreds of…
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EELS
When the moon ignites the tides Who in vents from divers hides It’s a moray Eel Divers hides at my cryptozoological Tanning shop, unicorns that I shot Spun into jumpers, make you sharp Its priapic horn shipped to China It’s a moray What happens to make these Odd creatures, these animate S’s In the wild…
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Definitely Getting In
We started early Gig’s in Marlay No sign of Jacob Names and numbers like a parley On paper in my parlour Scarlet to ring you so early How’s your mother? Grand sure, listen Have you got powder? Ten minutes, sound brudder I’m in me kitchen, yeah Gonna be a growler alri’. Think I’m seeing the…
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NewNightmare
Kids having nightmares at governments admitting involvement in assassination Not in our good nation; not our mothers and fathers; not our beloved freemasons What if Freddy Kreuger FK was Fitzgerald Kennedy Admit the assassination where there’s no peril for ‘em A sad tragedy on closer inspection reveals threads, threnodies of trinities Get you a bucket…
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Pilgrims Walking – VI
Tired from the road they sought our abode We are utterly smote, one ventures, coughing at fire smoke He chokes down sour wine, hands it over his hand to mine I say this weather will not clear for some time, let us pass time Some light, even a mote, even remote, must show before you…
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