Tag: creative writing
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Jade teapot
Bus wheels roundround turning Ambient sound, constant low whirring Like turning windmills, static birds Commotion behind but I don’t turn I keep one in the chamber Readies Drum pouched for later Quietly, steadily, definitely Weight displayed decimally Half for me, gonna decimate All day blunts to the face Other half held back for Mikey He’s…
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God of the bus stop
Dying to feel fuck all, get a buzz on at all times Bristling at cold whistling Spandau’s Gold at the bus stop, Ormeau Road With my hand out like a cordial offer to a former foe Passed the old graveyard, whistled Hymn to Pan, accidentally invoked Chaos I couldn’t control in my left hand Tossed…
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Are these earplugs ghost child proof?
Sock drawers stocking more rocks than Dorset Move like a boxer if the task’s enforcement Hot as red dot topped faucets Pinky out snout up drinking tea with saucers My worries are an aborted child Won’t arrive, soon or anytime. In the wild of night hear loud crying From down the hall, something calling Pitter…
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Who needs another description of night?
Niche, my sheesh-provoking teachings have narrow reach, low yield “They” police my preaching but I’m still breaching Each release a rocket screeching Bleaching even the blackest evening Thousands of stars I could see; Cocaine remnants sprinkled across a switched off tablet screen. Moon like turned eggs all Yellow flecked white.
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The last picture
Lightning flashes Like a flasher’s camera On the date of his capture Plans carefully made suddenly unravel Hidden pasts given up naturally, Time’s way of caring. The light from the bolt divorced the victim’s last picture From a night alike a whiteless knight’s colt’s black coat. In a dirty alley, his curt life ended badly…
Alchemisland 