Tag: creative writing
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Moving North
I am further north than the cave tribes Tsjuder No more the wisdom of Jupiter Contracts man to kindness Here are fierce ice cliffs, rises like lost Izalith Through my eye slits I dive through silt and begin sorting sediments like an isolith Miles of grit and dinosaur bits, a pit below Where an endless…
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BELLSTART
When he hits the gong Won’t be long Until you’re conked out Not taking bronze Not showing my age Not showing my cards Showing stone age Strength and tactics Sick back takes, slick jitz Mount him and stick his face in my arse Cop a knee, stretch, pull his ACL apart Game plan dodo gone …
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Smoking Up Again
Fangorn forest how many trees on deck Greenfingered, wouldda called me Shrek Or had me saying Squaxx Dek Thargo It hits the target, I squeeze the roach Lift the embargo, it goes like a rocket barge past Birmingham arches Thought I saw Black Sabbath partying Face ID unlocks the screen Got a greater escape than…
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Black and Tans Back
Troop movements Flew them in from the Somme The carrier never slows Upon the mountain roads That stows the troops Stoves the Rhodes colossus of our rebel movement The dizzying slopes. Upon the mountain roads What’s moving shoot What’s shining loot What’s that ticking In the truck boot Roger Casement armed me Brand new Irish…
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Wolf Choir
Wolves night singers I am a visionary Visited every minute By potential futures My handlanger busy Composing kveldssangers My dog yet holds his old wolf anger At a certain angle, the hang of his jaw A craw for stuffing gore into raw He dips his head and offers his paw I scruff his crown and…
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Cannibal Corpse Merch
Sitting in class, my Christian Brother school Black Cannibal Corpse hoodie feeling cool One ghoul or another exposing a womb Born in a tomb of the mutilated, teachers I hated I get double tests of, fated To hold my face to keep awake Everyday is exactly the same Fucksake it’s draining, takes cake this for…
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MATHS
I don’t truck with maths Try duck that class Wait in a back passage Smoke fags By the bike sheds. I don’t relax with sums No seat with my bum When they crack on with fractions I’m bumming around Humming Maiden songs Reading about Burzum.
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WRITERS
Their hand commensurate with the King’s Clip not the wings of my plenipotentiaries My dictates to my amanuensis He consigns them to eternity in looped hand, seals them with glooped wax Fastens scrolls with a red band.
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DADRECORDEDALIEN
Where I grew up it was Pop Tarts Scholastic Book Fairs, guitar rock And Chartbusters Dad taped Alien on Channel Four Caught ten mins of Badly Dubbed Porn What an aura that tape development There was this one Señora Imploring the lifeguard to explore her, Dora Cream shielded her limbs, thick as Flora On a…
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BULLYBEEFANDCHIPS
Standard secondary school bully At home Dad batters me A burning rage embattles me I am in battle with everyone, and they against me He batters me and his slaps empower me Battersea power station Learnt cruelty, elation at sadation Marquis de Sade section Of my life, ten year erection Causing me strife, predilections Primarily…