Tag: creative writing
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Two poets arguing metre
Verses mode Before them sud streaked mugs five times drained Englanders using Guinness kegs to make acephalic pints A big rasher wearing a monk’s habit Too much ludicrousness for this reasonable world, Will you or Will I shake spears at it Spurned to speech, some event; speak, speak Shaking his speech appears as murmur disappears…
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Centaur
Fetid pile of horse and man Nessus undone, his exhibited contents A severed hand jutting out as if in welcome Proffering madness. Tantamount to one night All a man’s moons At life’s easing ceasing Momentary erotic undoing Solified eyes rare with solar oil Never more robed in glory.
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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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End of Days
Ezekiels battering the Earth Lucifer’s light the second of heaven, flushing night’s cheeks with flowery shelta Riven with age leaking molten ichor Gloops of sun sweat sloughing Great scyphozoa of fire Like a scalding big top Things immovable under universal laws, hardy solids Reduce to bubbling heaps Shattered facets argentify the heel cutting ground Glass…
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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…
Alchemisland 