Category: Filí my pockets
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Hack writer
Hacking up cupsful of unguentish gunk tonight This Irish hack’s elbow-backed sleeves Heavy with influence and nasal greenings. The unworthy student’s tutor’s seedy leavings are eaten. Tho’ amply penned with fleeting litres of eager ink Lasting sentence eludes, Whilst unworthy greeting card truisms provide o’er-effusive. Inanimate tractless golems these poems of mine, Unmine that stolen…
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It is right and proper that bards propitiate with honours horned Marduk
Smashed like jars all the statues of Marduk in the artisan’s parlour To prove lifeless the things known lifeless Christian wisdom a nailed fist, a braille-framed knife. Breambelly skies, The tribes of Babylon screaming at their demon seeder’s defilement; His oft-visited visage, of cedar height, is cere, cruel and mighty And visits upon all thieves…
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Beauty, a statue
The ephebe who hid all glee at piquing witty Wilde’s interest The canvas of many sordid, vicious wishes His marble lips worn away like dissolving stitches Statue crumbs powder a closeted curator’s apron Which he swishes away with a lifetime’s patience.
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Smoking with her
Her home and pride was Northern Ireland; to her Norn Iron. Grassy, my environment pleasing to a gassy bovine Limits learn yours, told her I know mine Spliff demanded a cough tithe Hackthroated, near to croaking Looked over at me cock-eyed, astounded Her ability to boss me about circumscribed Curtained garden certain mercury required, murky…
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Minor conjurations
Commanding lust using banned signals, which novices lust Torrid knowledge from horrid books which porridge minds Bulked coffers full of bread, not Hovis Gilt-rinded fruit in Midas’s holding Always holding potent cause-wheeze potions. Time’s disposable, enough to write unpromotable tough-read novels, Instead waste my life getting chased by taser-wielding officers Because my pipefodder’s the source…
Alchemisland 