Tag: death

• Accent

  When she spoke, it was with an implacable accent Neither French nor Irish A brute chimera festooned with the worst of both All rolled Rs and missing Hs. I’m reaching those ‘missed the boat’ sort of ages, And I wondered, in fact I hoped, that if you wouldn’t accompany me to dinner You would at…

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  13th Apr 2026

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• Rotting away in a private space 

  Use went from sparing to daily  Used get it mailed in  Rip open the pack and rail it the second it came in. Coke and horse, my arm invaded  The syringe impaling  Like the razorhoned beaks of the venom-leaking birds of Stymphalia Heart slowly failing, in the palliative cupboard below the clothes railing. It wasn’t something…

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  16th Feb 2026

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• Closing times

  Gate locks eight o’clock so don’t be late rocking up to the venue No delay, remember who sent you, OK? Smoking crazy so room’s hazy, needs more grates Hotter than Hades, what’s above A rating? In trouble with creation Nothing goes my way I arrive just in time to see the Flying Scotsman leave the…

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  15th Jan 2026

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• Sleeping in filth

  Best and my mind is like the field the day after a festival Scenes of disarray and unrest Women in involuntary undress In use-stressed doorways Their visible garters drawing alarmed starts by early starters At cider-summoned rest In the portico near the portraits of those most sporting martyrs Chip-fattened corvids having hearters out west.

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  15th Jan 2026

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• Black 47 47 47 47

  The strained fabric keeping society chained started to undo The most lasting work of the first and final Artist fades then splits, unglued The printed page wilts, then decays. What does fun do that force couldn’t? Old and awkward cousins, estranged decades but mates in the manger The squawking crows recognised something was coming, fled…

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  15th Jan 2026

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