Tag: creative writing
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Creaky Springs
A bothy on the isle of Jura, cold steals the subtlety of breath Oranged by a burning million, the transfixed KLF Whether hard by here on hinterlands or strong foundations, man’s best laid plans, Winter a Yakuza in taking fingers, first frost lingers, ensure a fire warms your hands. Burn a thousand notebooks full of…
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The Swan Hunt
The fetch: that life must end The fence o’er which gunmen bend The birds toward which their gunshot tends The fetch, the fetch, the fetch to end. Swans turned loose are roundly shot Leaded bodies by hounds are got, to masters brought. Great cunt of Manhattan, glass ziggurats fastness of sun priest Squeezing out malcontents…
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Old Cat Counts Her Winters
Not a leaf as relief from the naked season Sapped of former lustre the fullheaded were strapping as saplings Each thing in its season, springing forth wintering down Sometimes emerging and sometimes not No more trips after the first frost The undressed world How the round of the hills crystalled with frost ruddies watching cheeks…
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Bedfellows
Postered walls no postered bed, it isn’t Balmoral Goldfish finds Atlantis in a reef of plastic coral Fairy lights blue the tank but the old water is sorrel Sorry to the fish inside I find that immoral But now is not the time for quarrel Cold to the touch a frost giant’s sprog I imagine…
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Last
Against chain link fences the impressed throngs Drink revelations, jet scream psalms, taking comfort stranger’s hand An orchestra suffering through a quartet of Discharge songs Why should I fight in their fucking wars They declare it My body forms an X in front of the brightest sight since creation Unutterable effulgence, the melting agent At…
Alchemisland 