Tag: alchemisland
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Stoneiric
Spliff’s a wit pilferer But in the end Wit’s a lead silverer; Gold foil a pleb Calling King Warbeck Perkin Does not a king empurple; It is more than jerkin and assertiveness makes a lord. Eyes red as a sharkattack patch, or post-wristslap which veins inhabit I am whisked back to every ungallant attack I…
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Clothed
If you only came over Hoping against hope To see me without clothes I fear it’s sad you’ll walk home For my name in the old phonebooks Is the cloakhook tyrant, Fortycoats!
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Hotpushy
Such shoving energy her look throws She gets to take the lift alone whenever she goes. She does not rush. Not to here, not to home. Flows Liffeylike. Her wake’s a rose tide My nose tight Her scent ladylike. An oily rain, sideways For lens her tights Lend me your elements and I will make…
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Couplingscent
I smell it like spilled spirits Her room’s telling lyrics hinted ribaldries One last pyrrhic tryst. A final taste of her dribbled electricity. One glass of fear-fearing milk I kill to muster the silken steel She requires from me. A choir of words potent magically Spoken over a glyph spoked seal from Solomon’s psalter Confined…
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Sunishment
How cruelly blazes the lazymaking sun upon wayward sons Built for throwing haymakers, one armed bail tossers While the sun shines the Irish will make hay, bossless But they will do anything asked if the demander sounds a toff Called tossers at home, here we are credited as workers to bone Foam’s deadly toss; the…
Alchemisland 