Tag: creative writing
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The Camps
Machine apartheid the rule of law Encampments of ostracised women, who serve machines Hair tossed, smell of gasoline on her breath, oil drying on her inner thigh Machinecest, mother of the new diseases With fannies like jellied eels after an hour beneath a hairdryer Charles Babbage erotic nightmare in a tent Using his teeth, upon…
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Psyber
Shock ignites the breaker board Awakened at midnight, his impatient nixsynthesis His fixtures enable him to realise the past Smudges along the windows, barely discernible He tends toward the room’s left-hand side Souls snared by bright blazes; his cyclopean camera’s aperture repeeling itself like a cyborg orange Gently tracing a blood stained lintel, his fingers…
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Vulptuous
A fox furtive as Virgo exits its den sniffing the air Marzipan moon dented like a well used marble Voiding forecast, mystery mother cups her dew Twinless kinless night Each night is different to the last, darkling snowflake
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Blockers
Reality blinker headphones sounding hypnotics, voodoos Reviewing astrological charts Wondering whether to attend a techno gig, As if we didn’t kill God and eat his corpse, As if we never ovened anyone at all, It’s as if nobody has read Yeats’ Second Coming Keep a bible in a freezer for a week then use it…