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…
Alchemisland 