Tag: am writing
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Blockers
Reality blinker headphones sounding hypnotics, voodoos Reviewing astrological charts Wondering whether to attend a techno gig, As if we didn’t kill God and eat his corpse, As if we never ovened anyone at all, It’s as if nobody has read Yeats’ Second Coming Keep a bible in a freezer for a week then use it…
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Automatonsure
A buzzing fly distracts your private grief How irksome and vexing Not vexing enough to stir you Silent, the nanotechnology scans and analyses your apartment Its sophisticated mind a dervish prayer of vectors Sigillike circuitboard alive with dragon energy, jolting the wires Reject the world like the Irish church rejected the roman haircut Ejectors injectors…
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Opposatia
Isle of horned females Pool of augmented horses, befinned squamous hippodrama Orchestra of opposites Facing audience, harp wielding cellist conducts Clumsy conductors plunk out nameless reels Mewling lion cornered by vengeful gazelle Wise man licks fish-burnt thumb and loses all knowledge When the music’s over I have to face the audience I have faith.
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Doing Deliveries in the Rain
My eyes glaze over like windscreens on Ganymede A vast cave, tight nicking the sides, full of evil seeds Cold crystals in my eyelids like diamonds on a spiderleg Highway hawks above it all Talons clasping camera’s hood Sickly night light flushed Big kinky bruised arse of evening Lunar albinism of bright black clouds A…
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Hunters Temple of Spear and Sand
Seven pillars upright the temple Inside a man Angels gladly redoubt thereto Gilding it for God Banners billowing constant No feast unwined, all rests observed Gifts: tongues, scents, gold of a form Wisdoms seven magics five, extol the man Sephirah of the bridged stars Leading us to which Destiny Abundant the earthly forms Violent and…
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Weeping at the Cenotaph, bitter as the cud
Looking out from the highest window Gaunt regiment of flayed trees girdling her lonely tower Purging stones, sins that cure, lonely dismal sinecure Sign it all away Walls her grandfather raised marked the barony Jericho’s opposite, high walls and many years since sounding trumpets Amidst the crowd yet apart from the whole, she haunts the…
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Centaur
Fetid pile of horse and man Nessus undone, his exhibited contents A severed hand jutting out as if in welcome Proffering madness. Tantamount to one night All a man’s moons At life’s easing ceasing Momentary erotic undoing Solified eyes rare with solar oil Never more robed in glory.
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Ice
Cessation of solar regency Reigns in age of ice and frost Relics of clement epochs, infrequent in long time Stark against snow bleached mattes Vexing for new primitives, scratching their bone caps in performative puzzlement
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Ward
Waking Curtains sweeping, ineluctable fulgent disc’s bombasity, squinting Sweet meat smell like pineapple-fucked pork Nurses fostering instruments in a bowl tray on wheels Big hall without partitions, can tell by the roof, gymnasium maybe, no hoops or icons of vigour Images of consecrants, newly hanged Lime coloured soaps dirty from the last man’s mawley Prints…