Tag: art
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Lith list
Jewels I choose Big stones, Loughcrew Cock crew three times In telling my tale grew No corpse smell Empty tomb.
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The attacker’s prayerbook
His skull caved in. Split braincase. Watched his thoughts swim away, Licked his exposed brain. One big hole, like what goes into a disc tray Dick and balls cut away Body weighted with heavy chains like Fenrir kept at bay. Stray bones in a mass grave Glaive honed for just such a day Talk about a…
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Limb remnant luncheon spot
Arms fed into my mincer Crabs running off with bits of you held in their pincers How innocent I acted, would have impressed Harold Pinter. Handpalm redder than Titian’s printer; Loved ginger bints, that painter. You said it but you won’t see her later, Not even if you squint.
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Gadaí
An insistent, imploring chorus demanding I become a defiler, From the storage room where I keep my files and tormenting knife. A spotty trail of dotwork violence, wine from a hollowed vein, Any smart squaddy could follow, from mine to the bridge; Tail it in time and, boy, I’d be in a pinch.
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Corpseplace
A quiet bay If anyone else ever came I wasn’t there that day to say hello Or explain the pile of ripe-smelling clothesless bodies Wailing for clay’s embrace, denoting My art’s zenith. Votives For my seaside queen Whose steeds are Stormwave and Decksweep. A cove, a cave deep Moist black from attacks of spit-kin sea…
Alchemisland 