Tag: creative writing

• Any Weed

  Joyce’s home is burning I’m out looking for weed Get back with nug of green I’m on every Instagram feed My weed need is a green greed, cut me and I bud bleed When bad seeds let hate lead a true Dub gets weed at speed

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  24th Nov 2023

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• Beachhead

  Troy’s golden sand with essence sprayed Paris ensuring the piper’s paid Lovely darts today; scream of spears thrown ancient way With brawn to pierce a mammoth flank With brain to trick a mountebank Noble Ithacan with a homesick heart Basement of horse belly “No one dare fart”

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  22nd Nov 2023

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• Sleeping

  Impenetrable fortress of sleep Portcullis of shuttered eye graffitied Sight subjective the experience exclusive  The inner lid the lid of night, planets ricocheting off it whispering of collisional fertilisation The dark everywhere is that which I do not or cannot see, that which I am not presently experiencing or otherwise aware thereof My closing eyes…

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  22nd Nov 2023

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• Mouth 

  I’ve got a monstrous mouth  I eat an orange the pip’s squeak  Modern Great Expectations, Pip squeezed into the back seat Sometimes, the dentist flat out won’t see me. There is where I shovel food My gnashers recalling eggshell dominoes Cupboard mouth that sculpts my pooh: Which upon cummies forms the O Which weaveth wonder…

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  22nd Nov 2023

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• Séance 1930

  Eager come the recent dead Still naive enough to covet warmth Hearing the living, I am living and this nightmare can end The harsh, stout corpselight; the dead mothing in. Blowing on ashes Bottled nothingness, the nothing is lured into the nothing The mind at war with the mind which is not the mind From…

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  22nd Nov 2023

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