Tag: death
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Ayindreaming Death
Late night, Satan’s time Larks latent, awaiting dawnsaying Creatures cosy in lairs Tossing turning, placeless noises weeping vixen Faceless, hinted vision opened window Chair scraping like chary stray kitten across kitchen floor when no one else is in, summoning nodules along my skin. Settling down Weeded of glamours, freed havocs Hammers falling on sky as…
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WOLF LUCK
Bloodlust of a famished wolfpack Attacking reckless ruthless abandon Flesh abandons bone Floundering in blood which fountains out of the shot through Flowering of lead-showered shoots Tendons like pink vinculum in a camp kid’s sum book Back to fang, rock, ape rage, tech stone age.
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Bombs in Billets
Mr Burke from Battersea has an early start Up with larks, ensuring binmen do their jobs If you spy him circuiting the park he is warden of, and try stalking past him He will shout as if you had not seen him and were keen to stop and talk He bellows about battle Overseas retreats…
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Weight of Mind Weight of Mine
Thought-distended mind of mine, is there no end; no funeral-knelling bell Balrog-housing mine, tomb of Balin son of Fundin Warmed to a mull, the mulling agent bubbles like rice boiling the Asian Potato I say so Mug updrunked eclipsed the sun, sulking in my cups, sullen sulcus succour-seeking Will no one cheer the King, soul-sucking…
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World-Smashing Rockets
Thor’s Hammer Mjolnir wielded, shaken like a gargling baby’s gargantuan rattle Two on night watch, dire sentries crotch-grabbing and watch-watching, hawk-gozzing Camera-bellied spyplanes like agile goshawks somersaulting above a shell-assaulted salient Alien in aspect replete with asphyxiating atmosphere and fearful androids Powerful as Greek androgynes the war machines, interfering at genetic levels netting the prizes…
Alchemisland 