Tag: alchemisland
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Gut flasher
Truth seek and funeral. See-through and dutiful As a ghost dog, solely logged by those necronomically attuned, Who, when jus-imbued, so rudely chewed the legs of your unit. I didn’t see you at the Shrew’s funeral. I suppose that, from Dewsbury, our yew-buried home appears rural. Gooseberry bitter my heart. Kept yards apart, at acral,…
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Sour news
Few as me are mooted! Wreathed and wrapped in funeral apt livery, death’s quivering green, For this useless Me’s commutation. Welcome ends, the wending Welkin blemish the moon’s weapons. Delivering to doorsteps doorstop portions of myself Until I’m empty as a DPD van’s back come six PM. Waste the diem. I breathed what repeated GP…
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The mood is on me
Nothing moves me This irremovable mood which occludes, Like a bright moon does the owl’s beloved gloom, All the world’s joy. The noise of guards rifling through Rooms made of tinfoil and dead leaves Loud as toasterpops seem In a house full of people sleeping dreamily.
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Encountering another place
Lifelike shapes rose on mauve tails Light and freightless as a barren babyless Or a carriage to which Dick Turpin offered bag emptying terms Smooth surfaces, no nails Without rivet, marks of making, maker’s marks These arks, with ne’ry a buffering moment Start out across promiscuous stars Through mysterious bores open like a starving’s mouth…
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With the plus
Lottos a lot like duels According to my useless jotter’s blot-polluted musings I hate having recorded these discordant delusions But the allusion no water throughs; Me against you. One from two, for all the jewels. Rules, few as you would consent to The people one runs into, in such places one would never expect We…
Alchemisland 