Tag: art
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Wild Geese
Wild like the Irish in Brazil Armed because I’m a part-time pirate Pilate wants me caught at all costs Yung Ned of the Hill, won’t be outfoxed or caught short on these shores She who bore me and She the many who bore the plenty before them, dead someday But before then let the hearts…
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In Search of Lost Cake
Reading about how Proust used To deduce lucidity from his formative memories By inducing a wakeful, malleable form of sleep What comes from a seed A sequence commenced by the diminutive immensity of a madeleine being eaten Peeling back years, rewinding seasons Leaves replenished trees, who agreed to forget their yearly treason Dearly seeking reasons.
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U
You won’t let me die for you So let me drive for you Four days left on read Had me doing 148 no look lefts on reds 200 around close bends Live story exclusively for ‘close friends’ Instantly trending: ‘Wanting u or wanting death’ Bit donations knelling my last breath Your hand casts my die…
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Goodbye the now
Sometimes I think I’ve lost some contour of your face The deepest lake finally exhausted With all my greedy taking But you fill the space that’s vacant Your scent comes faint to me at midnight, the oils of angels Anointed you in your day, you were graceful, slender and saintly The memories you left me…
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Sheridance
Back hurts from being hagridden, angstridden My body is a Turkish torture lab, auguring new ways to hurt me My soul was one brave but on the day of our breakthrough proved deserter Stirring up today’s fiftieth green tea, floor like piano keys I’m staring at my moneymakers like a palmreader plotting fates on skin…
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