Tag: art
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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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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.
Alchemisland 