Tag: creative writing
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Night’s prince
I kiss my fist before I swing to hit, hot as Ifrit’s imprints my indents I am the night prince, everytime I hit print the cyan misses Sion’s missiles arising like aureate beams upon the birth of Christ Manger for a berth, saviour and lordling of all earth among mangy animals Chortling currently at a…
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Games played with the moon
Moonbound loon, printing runes in my master’s annals Tomb of old titans, striations and rilles once thought canals Ocean’s master of motion, commotion among the low nations Atlantean eraser, brine bracing braziersmothering Carving handshort devotions with Occam’s razor Lurid, luring fascinator, who turneth me Toward which ravenous lupines croon tunelessly in cold eternity Many degrees…
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Wrists and trysts
Born depressed, head’s recesses dreaded Recessive genes in surplus enshadow my sulcus Born a dark shogun, shadowed Atlas world ashoulder Holding onto the speakers, feeling noise Noddy Holder As I get older my nodding off increases in frequency. Show tongue I’ll show gun, I’m nine times Basquiat I’m the Uileann piper leaving Hamelin with rats…
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Tara of the Kings
Smoking joints in the trenches surrounding Tara Barring Yank crowds and cawing crows no sounds Snakeless pre and post-Patrick, Catholic mythmaker Using shamrocks to illustrate Christian hat tricks Patron saint of patience waiting on eighths High samhraidh on Tara’s hills, Dowth-surrounded Bizzarre visions, ancestral visitations, cognitive invasions Solar placement, erection without precedent We see them,…
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Jean’s genes
I remember when my mother used to hold me When the world revolved around me, Ptolemy Even close to breast I was lonely, disposition stoney Now I’m older I’m even stonedered, Ireland’s highest high king Out hiking feeling like a violent virulent viking, Silkenbeard’s minting Phone screen down in case it’s a side ting Google…
Alchemisland 