Category: Filí my pockets
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Dragonslayer
Silver such that Sigurd saw When he Fafnir slew, no more the blue-black dragon flew batlike Beyond his valley’s sanction Setting fire to thatches, all backlaunched sorties he sorely dispatched With swordclaw and gulletflame His nostrils like flame-fed flues no more blew out fire, famed Fafnir died. The hero tore out the spear That he…
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An vision I had of the end of humanity, which stole my appetite
In fitful sleep and frightening waking dreams Visions of children screaming Crowds streaming through fissures in palisades King ears bent to hear what blatant schemers say Green given to grey, fields unto graves Around healing houses lofty railings raised, barring the saved Only curs and beaten slaves live unchanged in this changing age The wheel’s…
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Sordid sex
We each take a wrap, drug misuse She’s got my back, like my masseuse Like her BJJ belt’s blue I hit it from the back baby, room’s a zoo Jaw chewing, I’m no longer human Eyes old and blue, I’m a 50s crooner And they all wanna hear my tunes Leaving Hamelin with all women…
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A million cults
Marched until she was sick, until she could go no further Must sit must s- A woman agonised by sultana-sized piles Cig-parched Breaks apart a Spar-brand Mars Bar for her sick child Wrapped in untanned hides, one night’s fighting back to Medieval times. Strange and violent viking cults returned overnight. Rape gospels. The new God’s…
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Murmurs from the end
Skies disguised as oceanbottoms No more Everest corpse blue. Missile scorched Two left tube three this morning at twelve past two Troupe two, troop corps nine reporting for duty Static, even the emergency channels. Scanning. Keep scanning. No recordings on repeat like television had imagined Survivors report to this beach or that base within reach…
Alchemisland 