Tag: art
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Time slows when a bottle’s dropped
Silence breaks silencingly like a dropped Bollinger bottle Screaming, throttling the shoulders of one stubborn old goat The old Full Throttle me is past prime Now I am a ghost who rhymes. Smashed wine end to silence Let us return to that fate-forced moment Which for many a worry-fraught sojourn have I feared, lost in…
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Broken lift
I refuse to say what Orwell would, and advises we should, convey in one sentence I am a Tennyson and length is my way However penniless are left those who this path take Rapidly dispatched are the savaging papers The niblike point of a me-trained rapier They read my work with a would-be rapist’s sharkish…
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Spell for Wealth
Only pure burnt spud dark expunges what I’ve done I am the armoured shark Who swims the pissy sea of the sun Belly full of license plates and surfer’s arms. Night lunges like an unsighted tiger I know what must be done But generous stars must be in place Before the knife can be plunged.
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Ripped bed
Though I, like Edward Carson, preached and prayed That they would together stay, the frayed skins I intended to employ in the beginnings of a joint Refused to appoint themselves gracefully, lick-anointed Like anthrax letters to all the badly behaved boys in Texas. She cat stretches a cataleptic’s spine Inducing a crack with falling rock…
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Oral pigmentation
Weed strength Clark Gable Answered “Yes” to “Available?” Yesterday’s cologne, smelling like a Boots Tester’s clothes Took her to The Gables for steaks, mid range wine, chocolate fudge cake Afterwards she chewed my cable during The Traitors, clueless Garraway Dodgy box no cable Annual payment to a flat off Capel Rogered her box no rubber…
Alchemisland 