Tag: expression
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Here Now
City’s like chewed gum passed around Not one inch of hallowed ground Aged brown, grown out but never outgrown Stone to dent our presence here That we ever, ever we were so now we’re here forever You can’t change what has come before Time is like a charging horse, all froth and midair Place is…
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Edge is a matter of perspective
Homemade world’s most dangerous roads episodes on my iphone Persecuted for my perfect elocution My eloquence brokers sudden assemblies They send for me when things need semblance made of My knack for elucidation of long darkdimmed mysteries marks me My squaxx is dek thargo, my ship is the Argo and every plank is new What…
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Dealing With It My Way
How do you deal with loss How do you deal with your job Come get lost in the fog Dank ‘nades I do lob Tongue slobs out to siamese the skins Use my earphones to pack it back in Light it and smoke it I’m dangerous agin Ruin more mothers than gin Like a vampire…
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‘Namage
Flicking through LP liner notes on a beanbag chair, pushing back thick vines of grease-plaited hair Imagines his drafted friends laughing, thinking him daft and soft, no chance he’d have survived there. His headphones are like a chopper pilot’s, two leather danishes bunning his face His hands, fortunately bloodless as Pilate’s, tap the record’s sleeve…
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Albedo
White as twelve ivories White as the moon’s eye White as the dying White as runic lightning White as Papal garb White as paper sheaf White as a chasuble White as delight, charity, merrity, rare nobility White as albumen White as Algernon White as studs along Orion’s belt White as the skin around your welts…
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Sins of the Flesh
I think of my best clothes and they are on Inside my black jacket lining red as scarlet-snouted Anacreon Alacrity enhances your acceptance of invitation Your smile written citation I slink naked, clock my best clothes and they are off Upon the floor, finery’s trapdoor Stoking old loves angry spurned ghosts, host hating rewinding old…
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Old Home
Until a corset lattice his patchwork of woundsHate from his masters skincarved entombed.Squaw with a tattooed face a sympathy of scars,A conspiracy of damaged souls, a pledge to daring Mars;Aries strength through blood invoke,Crimson moon their wish bespoke.Lo, a lifetime’s placidity seemt loathsome when they woke!Frothing eager the wode pair rode,Two graves dug in vengeance…
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Craft
I – Old But Recent Craft I make pollicitations to cunning bards past, Place of old poets thy Parnassian pasts immortal Your past-prime virtues now victuals to vexers who make you victims of gaunt learning or love-chagrinning solar sojourns. In dissecting I seek to neither venerate nor eviscerate, My lancet taps ichor and flowing essential…
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Riot
A stabbed child leaks excuses Inside them resides the urge, hidden like a demiurge Dublin City like the Purge: it burns it burns it burns Thick necked Gards in riot gear cordoning off O’Connell Street Pallid ghouls selling gear, Bordening off lifespans at O’Connell’s feet Where dark delights meet plain daylights and the junk-blue vein…