Tag: am writing
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Dark America
Vast complex of American misadventure Stairwell lined with tall portraits Depicting naked terrorists reposed like ill-used catamites Forming uncomfortable pyramids of their flesh Two quid flash of disposable camera post-torture Pyramid walls bloody with mishandling. Wars, rumours thereof A desert stormed is a desert reformed Boots recycling dunes, new kingdoms rising The wake of old…
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The First Drama
In the beginning two males two females Adam of dirt, Samael of flame God’s severity, who plants a tree and has a snake tail Divinely gelded, to Lillith’s shame.
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Fifteen
Goading someone into hitting a friend, ten from zero So I can intercede myself, look a hard man and hero All five foot of me, a limp wrist for whisking and whiskey and little more A wrist so skinny that a shackle slides off, workhouse build and dangerously bored Done screaming that mam’s a whore,…
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Carry On Carrion
Djinn face smoke above Palestine Pieces placed for final war, abounding votives Rimmon’s shrine Megiddo plainsong the shield sound Charcoal sigils smudged on air as guttering planes spiral down Drink-dry sword throats massing to either side Praying God will intercede, turning twofold tides Chicken bones strewn around the grave of humanity In the last days,…
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The Loot Of Jericho Has Been Devoted
He slumps like leaning in, some secret he’ll never tell Shot between the eyes, with weight he fell, will he won’t he William Tell. Caesar sees sounds, checking behind curtains believing Gauls will be found Volarian arts and volar holes, Vangarian guards and potem toles, vision’s sound. Box beneath my bed folded Babylonian garment Through…
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Titanomechanophilia
Down a trainless station waiting bacon tooled up Tonight’s big bust up, everything fussing, men fucked up to get brave Big cutters wired up to packs, serrated blades like fern fronds Gnashing teeth with Hope diamond strength, like a drip rapper eating you alive, Something to combat Their terrifying ferrousity, those iron brutes. Cadre of…
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Inside Wolf
Plainsight hid, move big like the sea Commuting to work on sanity an exterior insisting Every second an inside wolf resisting Flashes: faces folding to a fisting, arms outside it’s a Christ ting Invisible like a mountain summit can be Heads dipped Christening, river run meander after a madness flung it out to sea
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You Up?
In a birthday card it’s something trite In my cold car back it’s a midnight ride It’s a horrible daylike night Type of eve that man’ll cop a wolf bite Noises get lost and boys get lost in the wood at night Accounts of old murder, I’m on the count, count dracula Three counts on…