Tag: apocalypse
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Temperature
Rising heat Boiling peat the bursting bogs like geysers Spit out old King’s bones, chariot wheels, rune-banded axes, coins wearing lesser Caesars Land subsumed swallows itself Like a burning man tastes two drops of melting nose before final tastebud goes It sinks and sickly swallowing sounds like last of bathwater. A long, dry shelf And…
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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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Lilly Put ’emhere
The journaled desires of long dead hedge apothecaries articulated in puzzling glyphs are now accomplished nightly, without fanfare, by means of remote control.
Alchemisland 