Category: Filí my pockets
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MIKEOFTHENEWSUN
You’re playing demon souls I’m fulfilling demon’s goals My dwelling is derelict, a fixer upper Perhaps fitting for the Lictor Me and Dorcas are a couple A corpse is my lover Fuligin is my cover Bees around clover Ants around butter Flies around shit People around Smother.
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WHYAMWRITING
My writing a giant tower Each storey a life story A foundation that shakes Or a stamen of a flower Built by William Blake See eternity in an hour Power of now pales To the powerful sound Of young Boreas’ gales The bards strummed scales Orpheus had played O’er the elden dales Females irreverent in…
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NEWGODS
Father Gods their days are gone Finned lords thralls to damp Dagon When the biggest of bangs drums That time has at last begun He watched seething Those underthumb he sent seeking Screeching through voids in sleek craft All manner of profane spellcraft would be at their disposal Dark brides for their bethrotal, soon as…
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BOXINGMATCH
We start the round, touching gloves Hand clasped fast like you always were an asshole Gorman I’m psycho goreman mixed with Goro Immortal and immoral, mortal kombat borrow My fight finishes to make wince-inducing finishers Bruises, my purple painting contusions intrude your amusement Communicator Your man is getting boxed up Heavy jab legs jelly Jab…
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CryptCrept
Dealing heavy damage around the docklands, ichor-tinged drizzle rivers running Blood running down my hands Now I am kin to Nosferatu My only light is the ignis fatuus Tallowing my charnel tomb A vampire with all the time, and a hunger needing ever more A sourceless gnawing, a longing for human sauce.
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