Tag: art
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Drink my Nightmares
Love the nightmares I strangle to submission Dip out promising won’t be long, back breathless and bloodstained after the intermission Flyblown meats I dangle in the dormers of my mission house wrinkle snouts Tastedlemon mouths like Olive Oil’s arms when peril or harm rears, bouts Of amnesia punctuated by dreams of missing teeth and feet…
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Pry Vice Eye See
No demarcation point between public and private, doorless toilet I call poetry Trousers banding my knees as I evacuate my guts From doorframe turtlesnap apertures squeeze shut.
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Projection or Reflection
I’m seeing myself reflected in art I see In the gallery, panting with shock I am near seizure There I am hidden in a Bosch painting Below a bulbed onion dome, dark-eyed demons forcing a flail up my parted arse.
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Solomon Dancing
Prayer I am Solomon Solemn, monged and thronged By shadowmasters, revealing thrones I would own would I speak their oaths Write them odes, reevoke their old Names.
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Turner
Thank God for beauty, Turner exhibition in the Tate Take it in some evening, be amazed Turn in where you normally wouldn’t, as if fate Compelled diverted course Found yourself before grace Itself Ships and men on the sea, as if we were meant to dwell there Navvies hauling ropes in a swell, unwell yellow…
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Pen of Heaven Arid of Ink
Quill of Metatron Pen with which bright stars were drawn Rudely expulsed from heaven’s bawn An angel spending one last dawn looking down No dappled dawn drawn, no daylight dauphin Sun fruited cloudlinings fluttering resemble Her oriflamme France, which when flown her ranks could never lose Flambeau lures moths of my memories, lots of my…
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Players Please
Skeleton finger hands limbering up above piano keys Attained by degrees these masteries Black and white in rank and file she prods songs from chess pieces Keratin traces every face along its length, rousing scales She plays one handed Her profiled eye like a sunfish side winks, old romantic Head nodding in drugged emphasis Another…
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Crust Punk Scene
Thinking back to my days as a crust punk It was cans everyday before I smoked skunk Looking back can’t imagine what she thought, mum I smoked, screamed, pierced myself and battered drums All my mates over all the time doing what they couldn’t At home, always people explored shadows they normally wouldn’t Around me,…
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Dream Girl Type Dreams
Whatever sight is before me the one she prefers Lines across her bitten lip tweak my favour, no need for tears She wants a gold ring to band her finger, Frodo’s twin, and cakes tiered Six pints absolutely steaming, girls of my dreams man Streamer how much of my life I’m showing Dreamer how slow…
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What You Wanna Know?
Did senior infants twice Had head lice Had strikes, struck out thrice Got head twice one night different mouths Almost lost count but not of lies I told Could see us growing old together, sprouting mould together Two go-getters get wetting, wet getting, house shopping and make nesting Enduring all weathers When our hands are…