Tag: alchemisland of Ireland
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Escape
Phantom halo of slipped gallow’s rope Pink girdle around the neck Merriment and mirthful mouthings Drams of Scottish whisky The frame’s shadow like a crooked back Unfouring his legs’ atrophied muscles Removes his gold corona, tosses it away Three fingers caress empty eye socket Circumference of aperture a cave mouth Cave where fire is born…
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Revenge
My life a mountain, it’s Greek climesAn island of poet kings old rhymesDays of the dog, a corpse consigned to the bogRises up coated in peat slime.His veins are emptyHis pains which in his life drove him insaneGone spun away like wind vanesHe will kill plenty, fold twentyHis gaze still insane he trainsSights on them…