Tag: dublin
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HIDDEN WINNERS
I keep a meal pack concealed like a chameleon Ducking something vehement, hail Mary, Chilean Candles with red handles burning to bring luck ample I’m taking free samples of the latest ampules Dilate my pupils, my mind is a pupa Butterflies trooping out my trepanning wound.
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Shoreseer
One cannot imagine the joy of seeing shore At endurance’s northmost, flagging and dogged Beyond mettle’s nadir, the test weapon unbent but broken Like a racked man croaking his scripted confession Yes, I had constructed to vex the denizens of this realm A dire device; a devil-fed hexvessel.
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Filthtide
A fine timepiece weak but striking, wound once then broken Tidecolour turf, waves white-frosted with piss-frothed tips Colour of bromides, luring currents, more lurid worlds free from purity Puréed dirt from ablution pipes swirls in brown aristocracy Rotten mists nip, biting acidine at sail sheets Persisting disturbed cerecloth smell circles Grips passing ships like a…
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S RIP TORIUM C
Composing odes, poems felt unimprovable Then awoke Drool-choked with overpacked holiday, black-soled eyes Ward without cubicle Incurable dead find here the lazaret of last confession.
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How I won
I’m hitting keys Like Sora in Kingdom Hearts fighting the Heartless Things I’m seeing Befit a Lord of black art practice, far from harmless These faraway farms and purportedly-quiet hamlets. Lose face in the local and you’ll be given to a wicker man on Michaelmas I’m in rural idyll, more leaf by niggle than nickelbags…
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