Tag: chaos
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Here Now
City’s like chewed gum passed around Not one inch of hallowed ground Aged brown, grown out but never outgrown Stone to dent our presence here That we ever, ever we were so now we’re here forever You can’t change what has come before Time is like a charging horse, all froth and midair Place is…
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Hidden Ritual
In 1971 the Devil released a book and an album After a millennium in the pit he had a head full of tunes Every good guitarist owing and betrothed Every decent singer owes him their throat’s gold Arousal at fame’s suggestion, their souls by deed his at the moment of their disposal All the pills…
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Future is Thick
Cruel gangs bisect the turf Skinahans lot in the Beacon South Quarter Scartel everything between Aungier Street and the Liberty Stone Liberated from a Church Normandy named, sitting before boss’ throne A symbol to which fealty is offered Young lads swearing they have no skin in the game Cheffed up, found eyeless, no skin hung…
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Automatonsure
A buzzing fly distracts your private grief How irksome and vexing Not vexing enough to stir you Silent, the nanotechnology scans and analyses your apartment Its sophisticated mind a dervish prayer of vectors Sigillike circuitboard alive with dragon energy, jolting the wires Reject the world like the Irish church rejected the roman haircut Ejectors injectors…
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Opposatia
Isle of horned females Pool of augmented horses, befinned squamous hippodrama Orchestra of opposites Facing audience, harp wielding cellist conducts Clumsy conductors plunk out nameless reels Mewling lion cornered by vengeful gazelle Wise man licks fish-burnt thumb and loses all knowledge When the music’s over I have to face the audience I have faith.
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Nighteen
Finally a working man gambles profitably Able prophets predate their aeons Abel’s blood predated upon, the earth itself drinks itself. Prayed upon Soon prey the bull’s blood Pulls the King from the fool’s hood. Workmen have captured the ways and the devices: Those which the enforced illiteracy of the Druids protected, Those which the Mayan…
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Ice
Cessation of solar regency Reigns in age of ice and frost Relics of clement epochs, infrequent in long time Stark against snow bleached mattes Vexing for new primitives, scratching their bone caps in performative puzzlement
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Ward
Waking Curtains sweeping, ineluctable fulgent disc’s bombasity, squinting Sweet meat smell like pineapple-fucked pork Nurses fostering instruments in a bowl tray on wheels Big hall without partitions, can tell by the roof, gymnasium maybe, no hoops or icons of vigour Images of consecrants, newly hanged Lime coloured soaps dirty from the last man’s mawley Prints…
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House of my face
House of my face Sun facing dormer of the brow Refuge of my mind’s Defenestrated tongue Rind hued fires rust windowglass eyes Sun facing dormer of the brow My gothic mind is not a house of divers sprites rare Queer squamous roundbacked delights live not there One ghost lives there alone