Tag: creative writing
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Coughing Fit
Spasmracked lungs ransacked air’s collection sacks sapped and blacked, Tar attacks the tubes and life’s Beaufort strength is lowered, hump-backed With coughing, tense with contractions like mare birthing. Less coughed but hacked, Like a cat sick of hirsute innards, hyucked retched, held the walls of the jacks At 3 AM then slank back to bed…
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Taking Under Advisement
Small, red-fleshed man sits Napoleon’s shoulder; destiny’s official Deigned command an Emperor, his missives success of missions, Ignore red man red fate endure, corpse of imminent boon grizzily hatcheted Russian factions lined like Risk troops, dice and action and warm jacketed. Breakfast chamber his tricorn tipped low, watery mush to the tip of the bowl…
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Civil Divil
Ruins of the age of faith ode to crumbled fate of ages Creation-stoking sounds from sages mere whispers, our doings traceless Circling gracelessly our gilded cage, reviewing old pages. Muniments of title lost amidst wave-tossed letter ocean King in cups, of cups, sips his bitter potion His meagre portion unmansome sets motion To devices he…
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Waiting For The Kettle Age Seven
After my brother’s stabbing I remember the kettle boiling At light’s lapsing arrived dour parents, wearing day’s toiling Alighting long suffering fell silent and longsighing allowed finally feel thankful Tankful of upturned woe vial, aside them angels and viler iterations April’s ides bewared, too tired for ire they thanked God for two sons Dad upon…
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Dressings Changed
Olfactory: bleach stink metallurgicalontological hospital Labs and lists of strange ologies Elderly at life’s descent pack no suitcase for these holidays All morning sat bored in a bleach-stinking hospital ward Gore blurs the lessons I fail to absorb What red provokes, lips stranger’s skin becoming kin, mystery lovers To me recalls that forking wound that…
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