Tag: alchemisland
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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…
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Where, the humming congregants?
The nascent vibration of what this place was In days of greater station. A place of greater safety Relief to the chased Relief to the chaste Released fro the grace. Gated now, its congregation negated by entertainment The games quell rebellion, as they are made to do. A more palatable upending, live tonight on BBC2.
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Brogue
To me Yanks have two kinds of voice Sounding either Yeehaw pistol or wistful Broken by TB-severed family ties One of lights, noise, luridness, blur, opportunity Another of low cairn graves on ghostly prairies Crosses unscathed by date or name Hacked hatefully at or bit bad by a snake hidden in one’s pack Fleeing hunger,…
Alchemisland 