Tag: art
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Kingly nap
As snow toploads a flower, Lo, see my head gold banded like a bandit’s finger, in its finest hour, Ignobly lowered closer the soup’s rim by dint of glinting crown.
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RT E
Hate the Late Late Pray the Gay Byrne away Always the same Boring, state-mandated conversation A stasis, prolonged, that our State has created It maintains their status.
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MIMER
Part Marcel Marceau how I go stonefaced No syllable escapes my sealed grate None of their temptations invade my safe space I might be a waste of space but I’m basically unbreakable I’ll let you take what you want to take for an easy life But what I do not wish to give stays with…
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HASHSMOKR
For lore I’ll gladly become forever forlorn by the stormwielding Lord Tired of yielding, tired of fielding offers from cunts, Tired of feeling there’s a ceiling to what I could afford at once. My blunt packs curative for melancholy temperament. Pax, temporary. Got more tenement dwellings than a settled colony To me they’re ten a…
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Our Lady of feathers
Bushes raw and bald, spring-keen brush of blackthorne and haw, Rushflutters of aweing birdflight; thrushes and blackcaps alighting. Delight’s zenith reposes in every leaf The heath we keep well well keeps Forest and dwellers rude healthed We logged all that went on From lop-needing treetops To bottoms soggy and mossen, frog-hot rotten logs.
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