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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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Molly doggy style outside Holly King
Never fucked under a full moon but with you, God, anything We’re both chewing our jaws off Ears getting chewed off too Weeping, talking about our favourite tunes Shoes off, doing waltzers through the dew Never had this brew before but it’ll do the job Head’ll need to be boomed before long if I don’t…
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Kitchen sex
I’m in the middle of kitchen, all my rings in Masonic ring you bought me ill-fitting Fixtures and fittings shaking Caesar having a seizure having crossed the Rubicon I’m gone beyond, shaking caesar salad dressing down what a dress covers I’m a breast lover not your best lover. Tell you to wind your neck in,…
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Repititions
I repeat myself, often I repeat I repeat myself, often You reader best know my tendency Will you lend me ten You say yes too easy Stretch to forgive me then Call it twenty, less is hardly plenty I’d keep you in me head and orisons at all times I’d do penance for your sins…
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