Tag: alchemisland
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Sucking old egg and poison from a fallen angel’s briarspun forkedbeard
All day inside Backsliding, often one must do oneself kindness When I’m rhyming My consciousness creeps kite high Scraping my eye with a paper’s edge To attain the folded vision of legend Naming the bird before it is fledged Taming the wind before the arrow is fletched Seeing the empty spaces before she has fled…
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Rose screaming
Dreaming, dreaming of lost history Of self-antsizing cosmic mystery Of sawmouthed sirens Of event horizon tyrants Travelling tens of millions of miles Untired, cleaving a Byron sky Creamy stars whisking by To calm me, keep whiskey by All dark things astride tonight Abounding, bounding Pounding where they might.
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Short stories bore me
Flattened you on laps, lad Few slaps’ll wise your bap Waiting for trapped cerise to turn kelly green, rubberburn, too determined Nox spits spurting out the sump wets the rubble, in unhumble purple You’re getting fattened on rashers Don’t take the hump at the fact that I’m seeing so much grass like the cover of…
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Honeysuckle breathmints
Seeing myself reflected in the matterful, patterful works Of the great O’Flaherty Only dipped in acid I want to salute beneath a windbattered flag unflagging I want to take a single bag and break for the loneliest off-moon sea I want my heart and country painted green I want an obscenely large, comical key The…
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Selling your good hobnail boots for the few bob to toss in the collection plate of a Sunday, and also to stand the lads a few jars in Black Tom’s after
Seeing patterns like loafed glass fractures Pull out to bird view Making taken birds into pervs That’s my purview Three stars, hard to sate That’s my review Great curves like a place for racing through Now, in the rearview Flicking 33s at other masons Eating triple plates meanwhile Haters who had lots to say when…
Alchemisland 