Tag: chaos
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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
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Escape
Phantom halo of slipped gallow’s rope Pink girdle around the neck Merriment and mirthful mouthings Drams of Scottish whisky The frame’s shadow like a crooked back Unfouring his legs’ atrophied muscles Removes his gold corona, tosses it away Three fingers caress empty eye socket Circumference of aperture a cave mouth Cave where fire is born…
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Lore/Lure
An angel’s view of submarines: “Which leviathan this, of which His holy angels are ignorant?” Missing letters: Leopold Bloom, Narcissus Marsh’s daughter, Scrabble tile bag incinerated in house fire, recently blinded men, ripped mailbag
Alchemisland 