Category: Filí my pockets
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Obsessive Anemology
Always our nature compels us to contemplation of things corporeal Boreas and his cardinal questions, inciting movement Dance the first religion, the swaying of trees under wind Wind the first and foremost mystery Comes from where, goes where, unseen but is Wind as wrath and as deliverance. On all fours the sticky floors The palms…
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Divine Dawn Vimy Ridge
Marching with the rank and file Third trench Christmas, it’s all lasting a while. Curios whittled on frontlines and letters from home on a table in a pile Songs with similar airs performed in curious varied style Sitting on hard benches, itchy bunioned with asses piled Slapped knees and all at ease, dancing between the…
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James Joyce Vampire Direction
Thanatological inclinations push me from my bed Sanguine susurrations, your blood sings to my head My patience like thinning mercury, my tightening grip Orgiastic flashes of wounds and dripping whips When I’m done his blood gets drained Leave bleak crime scenes men get insaned His claws brandished but his body maimed Bellied blood swims, his…
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Carry On Carrion
Djinn face smoke above Palestine Pieces placed for final war, abounding votives Rimmon’s shrine Megiddo plainsong the shield sound Charcoal sigils smudged on air as guttering planes spiral down Drink-dry sword throats massing to either side Praying God will intercede, turning twofold tides Chicken bones strewn around the grave of humanity In the last days,…
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Messing Around On Boats At Night (MAOBAT)
Dark during day like the mind of a killer Doubt he’s coming home for dinner Seeing signs he’s been assigned the role of sinner Craving a witch finger blimmer Gold lens to alchemize, make this grey plain glimmer Something off the main trail shimmers Phone he tossed ringing already, either they smarting and he’s grown…
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The Loot Of Jericho Has Been Devoted
He slumps like leaning in, some secret he’ll never tell Shot between the eyes, with weight he fell, will he won’t he William Tell. Caesar sees sounds, checking behind curtains believing Gauls will be found Volarian arts and volar holes, Vangarian guards and potem toles, vision’s sound. Box beneath my bed folded Babylonian garment Through…
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Titanomechanophilia
Down a trainless station waiting bacon tooled up Tonight’s big bust up, everything fussing, men fucked up to get brave Big cutters wired up to packs, serrated blades like fern fronds Gnashing teeth with Hope diamond strength, like a drip rapper eating you alive, Something to combat Their terrifying ferrousity, those iron brutes. Cadre of…
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Inside Wolf
Plainsight hid, move big like the sea Commuting to work on sanity an exterior insisting Every second an inside wolf resisting Flashes: faces folding to a fisting, arms outside it’s a Christ ting Invisible like a mountain summit can be Heads dipped Christening, river run meander after a madness flung it out to sea