Tag: alchemisland
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Young and dead
Dressed up, dolled up like a clown whose wont is to be probed All manner of seedy beastliness kept hush by a few, who know. Now I know how Simeoisios felt Svelte and fleet, a dancer’s feet, keen. Dead now, no more will be seen Tell the bees Only yesterday it seemed He weaned from…
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Funeral winds
Harsh, sermon-shushing winds blew baleful regattas on His funeral day. With winsome Sherman demonspeed winnowed in off the coast, Like an invading host, to harry us and hoar his untarrying ghost, Before his in-chariot carrion could be carried to the flensing garret; That wind hit harder than a chartered stepdad after a few jars. Marshy…
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Dewigging a pretender
Before cackling dukes fancy in gaudy nouveau-riche fashions None of the aesthetic appreciation we might presume of lofty station Sneerers new to the peerage Whose recently banded fingers stink still of bandit hill and poteen still.
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Always greener
Jealous grass hates the glass hearted rose My ever-swaying gates froze halfway When the glade-dark of her blade-sharp shadow Blazed like the craven kin of matter along that lane Where in the year’s lateing frail leaves natter and scrape Like castaway playthings in a dollhouse hurricane.
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Next up
What I do today impacts directly What comes next Or so it seems in my head Which in the end As director Provides those inflections.
Alchemisland 