Category: Filí my pockets
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Passage through
Went from Neil Young, needle and damage done To Young Neil, cock-shaped rocket space-flung Kids saying 6-7, I’m saying similar but with a middle six And another at the end, fingertips of groaning souls grasp my boat end Causing us to list, upended my life into the Styx Nothing sticks, even my shitty Stick N…
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The Leaders
Who needs illuminati When leaders are openly nazis Let’s open us a fascist like it’s a fanzine With a hundred back lashes Send him back to his castle as ashes Torso lined with gashes, cop civilian clashes Mushrooming tear gasses, water jets My wallet lined with symbols of wadjet.
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Where ladders lead
My house like a scene from steerage, iceberg-pre But the silence is porn-loud when partygoers leave I used to be a man, I am handsomeness once it becomes debris One man in two minds, Jekyll famously, ley lines lead me to be divided Blooded and darkbright with secret light I could hide between the cracks…
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Summoning up the war dead
Mind fuelled up on amethyst deceivers Receives the chief of demons My brain the EVP receiver Solomon and the Queen of Sheba Lining up to teach me controlled breathing And how that can result in kundalini Madlings prancing against the black screen of my half sleeping The séance apportments fade away, but they never leave…
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Forever storm
Storm’s to break this evening they keep saying, but it never settles The storm blowing westward, and will go on forever Pity, I found comfort in how rain made days repeat Oh not me, I love being out Preening while she speaks Up and out and about, about it all Being seen in the streets.
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