Tag: art
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Drug abusing poetic muse amuser
I am but a sound Handless foreknowledge thing yet formed Wheel of my wants by me neither turned nor designed Wheel of mind greased by green, smiling hearing grinders Grinding teeth never dreaming, foregoing life and self-esteem Forgetting deeds, good or bad Weeping for forgetting only; weed steals From me what is me, quintessence. Inventing…
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Light and hopelessness
Every breath wrestles phlegm before exiting Having sword not will therewith to swing Falling to lesser enemies, head full of magic beans Dreaming beanstalks and Jack-stalking giants Giants who smell Englishmen welcome in the IRA With mad dogs and Anglo-Saxons in the sun’s final hours Rays unafraid despite day’s shortening, brighter therefore in spite Pale…
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Regarding my own works
Delving where I would not typically Bringing back the void lyrically From my black, seething wellspring Whence springs me, knowing me thence Thing unclean, unfit receiving hippocrene My unpublished books unfit even for charity shop shelves Beside Stieg Larsson, Stephen King, Stephanie Meyer and George Martin Present in every Concern and Vincent De Paul from…
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Richard II
In the second Richard’s court, adorned with riches Fine stitch, strides and britches of such wickwork That a seamstress was booked a year through. Priding cleanliness and cleverness Nobles keep snotted favours asleeve Adoring lore’s exhortation Inhalation of manuscripts All things golden and grand Death is ever close at hand.
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Why bother?
Why should I bother? No one knows My silent audience plauditless Along plodding, verb-bodied Grendel Tossing men verbosely across longhalls Howling ferociously, returning to my fen. When I go and poes no more flow from me Weeping policeman calmed at last When great heaped cone of my effort turns over to a draining funnel And…
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