Tag: art
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Gardenchild
A yew strangely reposed, yet no less stately Gorgeous rose razor throated A sacred few knelt by a pool Guards closed in and The Youth ran and his linen unspooled Running naked fool; running naked fugitive A huge, deluge-wielding moon cast Gethsemane in gloom.
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Lost writ wrist-written
Typing up my antitypes Hidden gospels behind the light Bound angels in rapid flight Ready for the final fight Wings of fire outspread, golden flecked the prayer hectored night In the fumes of drug induced fugues, drawing down the moon Begging for boons, skills in illusions that rude minds deluge.
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A horrible death
Unwinding by rhyming Binding myself inevitably to a side A house built strong and high, away from judging tides Hiding pricked-pride brine-bricked Atlantis Millions of tents wrought from animal hides across my land’s span Went from panhandling to land management, keep goals in mind Belief subsides, appears to disappear, but never dies Non-stop sirens brush…
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SOFIANNA
Signs of violent times only vigilants and locust-dieted diviners hight Lines of hopeless grim-eyed people queueing outside Seeking any light-leaking idea of what’s divine The most unrighteous portend to charitable piety Gospels proven timeless, updated for modern climes Brazenly committing violent crimes, the wicked march triumphal Expressing now their once-idle umbrage The blood the blood,…
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Inspired by the devil
Cough up the tin or I’m snapping limbs like Jacare Souza Teeth yellow as Carcosa Par for the course when you’re doing loads Trynna stack up gorgonzola Bring that car a bit close, I’ll show you Fury Road, Furiosa I’m from Ireland, not Formosa Yolk selling that I’m promoting Stick Helen in my boat because…
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