Tag: artist
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Old king’s thoughts
Fog settling on barrow downs, holes for old kings I am an old ship’s remnant hull, full of old things High and grounded, looking down wingless angel The world below me raging like an ape volatilated By a net’s embrace, my finger along gilded cage’s bars Something to mark that Midas was here Through grilled…
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Rain on St Swithen’s Day (Summah’s Ovah, Suckah)
Don’t wear a toga in Manitoba until Spring’s over Remove no clout ‘til May is out I’m the Shire’s Gaffer Gangee Liquid wrist I twist the piff ‘Twixt Rizla trapping Ganja I take the gaffer and wire tape Don’t go blabbing, it’s wire tap Wrecked his mouth, two tap slap Diaz Cat rectum mouth, ass…
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Nights in the potter’s field
Come with storm like boredom Again visiting bottle’s bottom Sodom’s last surviving citizen, rest got singed I cavort with scornful forms in the halls of aborted life Hades how many graves In mirthless mournful surrounds, rat sounds More squeaking than ball courts. Take a lich road to the boneyard Smell of ammonia and charnel, harmful…
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Wolf among you
Wolf in the Nikes with a peasant-frightening psyche Bars make you jump, cars scaring pheasants off the curb My mind strewn, rune-carved pages Another planet’s Book of Matthew Gaining dishonour extolling extracanonical apocryphal gospels Rarest codices available, ancient psalters from life’s cradle Cracked like magma-strifed gryke-ridden ash plains Below hellflame spilling volcanoes Eat a pan…
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Burnt back The Liberties
Wax cast of my own face worn as a mask, wolf wool-wearing faux flock Waving my Tullamore ashplant to lull the masses into disastrous fandom Blocks of flats chocoblock with rats twisttailed Swab any inch of the wall, test green for scabies Rotten like Johnny, how it’s still standing ask the man Rubber johnny tumescent…
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