Tag: art
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Thick wristed muddyfunster
My wrists made for carving mountains Thick as Shane Carwin Almost put Lesnar in a coffin He was seeing the big man bardo Hitting on him like Lombardo on the skins Angel of Death Part where it goes “Pumped with fluid” You wouldn’t call it fluid but man, he could do it Put more men…
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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From my black, seething wellspring Whence springs me, knowing me thence Thing unclean, unfit receiving hippocrene My unpublished books unfit even for charity shop shelves Beside Stieg Larsson, Stephen King, Stephanie Meyer and George Martin Present in every Concern and Vincent De Paul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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