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Live tonight embarrassment
Keep catching my eye and it’s making me shy Shine a light on what’s on my mind tonight There’s nobody at my poetry recital Dad’s busy at a stocktake, Mam’s got an outpatient’s Procedure at five this evening, I’m strong as the tidal I swear on the Bible I speak like I address a Queen…
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Getting holy
I’m the streets’ Greek theatre Praising Athena in Adidas Under the overpass drinking sour mash from a tin cup All the pasteboards are face up, seer’s face behind a drape Into the future peers through her casement, face goes vacant Don’t go there signs like on the way to a rapeshed Do this in divine…
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Pent up firepen
Appreciate the moment My poseying makes lava Rapid palaver, ribald slather A rapper, hyena laughing Cad as tú? Half lad, half Lamashtu That’s Aladdin mathematics Arabic arithmetic on my abacus Would be arthritis but lopped off at the wrist Like a Hydra one head fewer, sword foreshortening for sure I’m a swordsman with Hyperborean licentiousness Tell…
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Living Myths Living Big
Triumphal arches Profit margins, archers, arches Forces marching, fortresses in dark fastnesses gothically styled Vast courtyards flooded with ash after witch trials Mustering, men from the marches Mires and mashes enwaded, botched invasions Marvel upon my oft-visited visage, cross Ctesiphon’s Cast me in marble, capture me artist, Chthonic adonis Memorial to me, the most cryptic dripped…
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Up early Saturday morning
It’s a Saturday, thank fuck I’m alive Woke up at five, up before the lark Dark still, beneath a sill Stillness amidst rilles sinuous What’s more than diurnal I use the earth as my urinal So I the early bird can see worms turning. I’m the ancient of days, patient in the Aldi queue Bread’s…
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