Tag: drugs
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Sex sordid and chemical
Feed of pints, think I’ll lower myself to begging for a blowjob In the laneway outside the Turk’s Head , up from Isolde Calling your blower, growling then outing Sex with me more bone storm than Milhouse Van Houten Whole day outing, you keep mount like a black belt Keeping count with a black belt’s…
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Proff of the piff
I am credit and glory stolen by Elias Ashmole I am mute to the floriate, strictured language of Moliére Self immolating monk, finally steely enough to test professed immortality Lapsed professor overtaxed, pressured by mounting lessons Relaxing, trying to, heaped capfuls of sticky black Chinaman’s nightcap.
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What I learnt from Nessus
Player of games, ancient of days Work in poker, can’t even play Maintain ways of surviving, even thriving Dividing and conquering, wearing disguises Divine walking mortal, sharing horizons with nobody. No lies exist Everything iteration of mind, infinite variation Tongues desiring to know words from faraway lands No scarcity of misunderstanding at home No shortage…
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Talk French
When we’re talking consignment, big business seeking alignment We parrot like we’re in Paris, which the Seine cuts in half He says a name I cut him off, he says it again I cut the cost Costcutter how I cut costs, sanguinary suds coursing, with my draw-blood boxcutter Did a course in how to become…
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Dublin Types and Sorts
Indigents doing coke in the gents Wolfwhistling grabbing testicles, hassling safety glass 24 hour Texaco Ghent’s best offtake an edge, bald Mexican he bought it from His girl’s drug-gullet capacious as a pelican’s A 50s Guinness poster on a Christflank scratched mirror, as much reflection as pension book stamps are of a life A Toucan…
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