Tag: creative writing
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Goat-demanded commotion
Somewhere tucked away, the rite’s subprime location Known to vocational fondlers, perverts, and worshippers of Satan Inside a wrecked church’s remnant transept Half Her statue, the ducts of the Virgin who wept smashed by searchers Blessings expire like third time seductions, we must rebeg; Glories golden at accomplishment’s noisy moment olden to less. I woke…
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Congealed souls
I have never needed to be allowed Go without, around, if resistance cows Heeded little the creed of my house Dream, cedar seed, stellar plough and cloud my saviours. My lowing heart gentled now, anxious away from its cave Suddenly seeks out. A single gaze’s loud bleaching Has breached the sealed bastion of my passions…
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Alpha numerics
A1 lines, A4 white, A2 sized I pop pills no B2 Bill a spliff, a V2 Skinny jeans seat her winning hoop Betty Boop in see through, I’m glued In the mood shoes, heatseeking fluids First my mind then my room she’s streaking through What must out outs, like MeToo If weed’s smell displeases you,…
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Stormpassage
Panes shaking like an unmedicated patient Raving to a patient vocational doctor about imminent invasions Jowls wobbling with an emptying sink squelch Shaking as Caesar did during seizures, in ancient day. Our single-glazed casement loose in its tray Might break like a skater’s ollie-displaced collarbone. This unbagged wind Ulysses depinned hoping to reach Ithacan home…
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Well misspent afterlife
Marrow’s memory whose tremolo’s tremor and nightmare Frightened in some titanic, ice-lit beyond, where sight dares not. Her carelessly fired arrows vagabond O’er Paris like shadows of old bondage, Showering with bird physiology shadows cobbled streets In a quiet yonder of cobbled together book plots and borrowed memories Scattering the tamed sparrows of my levelled…
Alchemisland 