Tag: alchemisland
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Shades of
More green than a clover field Overuse for real, but now it’s over My blunts considered the evening closer Use one and you’ll be folded Hash smell on all my clothes Keep using, keep abusing, and never get older World can’t turn because it’s on my shoulders Falling apart but on I soldier Going fast…
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Rumcunted at the rave
Drinking port no stormy Polished off four Dark ‘n’ Stormies Now I’m shaking with dark stories Imbalances in my hormones In bastards where my sword goes Massive totals, gross looking Khaled Finally back in plus, Jhonn balance Through a hair’s breadth crack, sneaking out the back Thank God I stuck to salads.
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A night to remember
Hopeless suing for favour Poseidon lies to sailors Soon below waves so much fine tailoring The once-mighty now low-lain, as the Bible says Light-bright Marconi machines going all day Messages in seaman’s code: our souls do save Titanic’s side torn open, open goal for anyone hoping It’s listing, on the ropes getting fisthit by Liston…
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Sally liquidwrists
Her coat still on Giving a soapy handjob to a bearded John Wheel of fortune, wagon wheels, deodorant; let ’em roll on She says “Goodnight mister.” Forget the Tom City looks bombed A sense of eerie, unwanted calm Drink to her pain A miraculous balm.
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Slapping a blind lion
In the lake next to me lives a plesiosaur Which I always thought sounded like the name of a Gaeilgeoir You might meet up in Donegal near Grianán of Aileach, the fort I’m going to walk the frigid shore, planning on sailing North No stopping until Hyperborea, and Aquilonian resorts Take my hide-shored boat deep…
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