Tag: am writing
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Bombposition
Nothing plain about Megiddo Farplain midway devil o’er fiddles Last day and first day reaching around Forces cleaving the blue of the air, the horsemen four aground A belfry with a tongueless bell, inside its shell a thing from hell, its servants girdled round. What will the end look like Suddenly, you’ll see it as…
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Intention
When you don’t mean what you say Don’t get what you said What’s important in naked light of day Won’t matter when you’re dead. Cain first and worst cursed Sevenfold avenged his purported avenger Blistered roaming until last comes first Old at Babylon, older at Jeddah. Despisement is the harshest fate Even Apollo reads unread…
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Inheridance
Uranus didn’t like his kids, passed that onto Saturn Fathers give sons unwanted boons; cruel cosmic pattern. Life is a spear, long hard and kills you Life is a short walk to the graveyard you’ll go to Life ceaseless self-crewing cruise Life palimpsest of successive bruise Life endearing mystery, quest for goldsouled alchemy Life like…
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Farlorn
Feeling feelingless, she sags like a cut strings mannequin A framed picture of a happy memory she regrets, never trust a man again A woman’s skin, that woman, thin but far from thin skinned the old workboot Stretching leg to locker, hooks a prayer bead on her foot Pillow at her belly, comfort of mass,…
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Doing Road
Eats road like Cormac McCarthy’s shredder, goes like a V2 My arrival causes stress, like an imminent #metoo More options than two twenty sided dice More waiting holes than household fulla mice Veto over your life, a Don, only bam from my acme mallet Junkie viking funeral on a Tesco palette Screeching halt, landing hard…
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Last Cathedral
Green droplets of soup Summer logic Haze which is not mist, July’s height Collecting tree secretions in cups and vials Collecting days in twine belted files Distilled experience supremed in a phial No more Cathedrals will be built Says what about imminent return Vaccinated against the possibility, immunitising eschaton No more Davids shall be freed…
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Future is Thick
Cruel gangs bisect the turf Skinahans lot in the Beacon South Quarter Scartel everything between Aungier Street and the Liberty Stone Liberated from a Church Normandy named, sitting before boss’ throne A symbol to which fealty is offered Young lads swearing they have no skin in the game Cheffed up, found eyeless, no skin hung…
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Psyber
Shock ignites the breaker board Awakened at midnight, his impatient nixsynthesis His fixtures enable him to realise the past Smudges along the windows, barely discernible He tends toward the room’s left-hand side Souls snared by bright blazes; his cyclopean camera’s aperture repeeling itself like a cyborg orange Gently tracing a blood stained lintel, his fingers…
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Vulptuous
A fox furtive as Virgo exits its den sniffing the air Marzipan moon dented like a well used marble Voiding forecast, mystery mother cups her dew Twinless kinless night Each night is different to the last, darkling snowflake