Tag: dystopia
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Chronicles of the Dusk Ages IV – Last Charge of the Ferrathian Glyders
They told no one their name that was not of their tribe It was I who slyly bribed their scribe, he saw I was not a rival but a learned man He could not speak it but took pen in hand and wrote it there on the animal-candied margin banding his annals Ferrathians of the…
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Chronicles of the Dusk Ages III – Beliefs and Customs of Feathermen
Virididerms with drawn faces from places you and I cannot place on any map Their mountains formed by ruins marking our world’s devastation They believe in diminutive elder races, first to walk the face of the earth Their faces were turned from Sol, they never returned from their subterrene halls Beneath the mounds, centuries sleeping,…
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Plane Struck By Lightning
A tale that must be told Singular in strangeness Time to unpack it all now that I’m a patient Declared legally insane Strange as Webster’s Vertical Plane Such audacious conflations of credulity all in one place, at such pace, A mind wearing such weights droops, hides its face like the plate-touching chin of blameless Gorgythion.…
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Area Seven
Lurid commandments, Fortinbras reactions Fortifying sandbanks to stop seas, plasters for gangrene They are on parade in full array in show of martial force Know now what Mam meant but too late to mention it She’s weeks dead and buried, across firerivers ferried to unmerry walled places – not Derry Street’s last house House number…
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Female now the world has ended
Sky leaks like a stabbed IV Saw the very last English rose turn to dust Someone tell Pete Doherty to write a song for me We never look back into the sun Since giant rocks smashed the sky It has shone brighter a hundredfold It bakes the young to look old, drys the eye We…
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Nights now the world is over
I’ll give to the bag for life It lasted longer than ninety percent of the people I met in my life Well worth it for the price Clouds like a 99 in a sunless sky, entry of a shadowed century Its sentry a wounded moon, sent here to keep us stationary These are nights now…
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Going out for messages after the world ends
Anthrax-tinged winds winnowing through nuke-bared trees Cold as the windowless, hissing like geese the burning steels Kissing her feet while the burning steals The world around us, even the ground dust Is dangerous, another mushrooming nighttime sunrise Demise of some great nation Violet light like an auric field around the stricken power station I can…
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Titanomechanophilia
Down a trainless station waiting bacon tooled up Tonight’s big bust up, everything fussing, men fucked up to get brave Big cutters wired up to packs, serrated blades like fern fronds Gnashing teeth with Hope diamond strength, like a drip rapper eating you alive, Something to combat Their terrifying ferrousity, those iron brutes. Cadre of…
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Farlorn
Feeling feelingless, she sags like a cut strings mannequin A framed picture of a happy memory she regrets, never trust a man again A woman’s skin, that woman, thin but far from thin skinned the old workboot Stretching leg to locker, hooks a prayer bead on her foot Pillow at her belly, comfort of mass,…
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The Camps
Machine apartheid the rule of law Encampments of ostracised women, who serve machines Hair tossed, smell of gasoline on her breath, oil drying on her inner thigh Machinecest, mother of the new diseases With fannies like jellied eels after an hour beneath a hairdryer Charles Babbage erotic nightmare in a tent Using his teeth, upon…