Tag: faith
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Pilgrims Walking – III
Are you bound for Coventry, sirs? He is in bearing a laird In character a cur, clear liar His seals of office wholly undeserved His officers spurs you could not call earned Eyes covetous as a drake’s dream of jewels gleaming in its lair What Joyce called a heaventree Of stars spans the sky above…
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The Book of Ruthlessness
Let no false words fog between us My shit takes yours to the cleaners A false prophet has false believers For every shining one two amethyst deceivers Your life’s threads crossed amateur seamstress Seen stress surpassed it and felt blessed Been obsessed maybe more than once Been thrice blessed like Hermes, cunts.
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Hidden Ritual
In 1971 the Devil released a book and an album After a millennium in the pit he had a head full of tunes Every good guitarist owing and betrothed Every decent singer owes him their throat’s gold Arousal at fame’s suggestion, their souls by deed his at the moment of their disposal All the pills…
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Citrinitas
Yellow as a bellow’s charge Nothing mellow about it Aggressively bright, solar redolent Blindness conferrer and ultimate pedant It awaits reddening, his readied admixes remedies of maladies Along the axes of nameless stars plots quare voyages His applicants are highborn, autarchs of rare import, extinct vintage Light and not unlike a bowl of cocaine, strained…
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Milk Pales
Its inhalation akin to unwashed pails below July sun Stink reaching Daddy’s wrinkling nostril Me lying before he even made to cast a stone, assuring guilt sits my bones Daddy, before you say it, I washed them milk pails now y’hear? A different man sheds a tear, beats him here like a Christian Brother upon…
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Forced Anchorite
Sound of quarantine siren’s cock-drowning reveilles Diseases dalliance, man’s disaster When chimaeras alliance, the end faster Than their sapping tango Dislike fruit but they wish would man go The end first which beginnings after The tickling cough that signals slaughter We’re far from needing dead daughters to get reasonable flights Although we recommend a vial…
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Barnacles
Your enemies must think you useful, they must think themselves close friends You must always be in the state of remembrance, so deep you get the bends Where a cardinal plots his zucchetto my bay fringe flops across my forehead like a common comma, like the sloping tattoo a tide slops on a golden bay…
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Prying Off The Boards
Reveal of day like a long-sought, long-thought breast unveiled I seek only completion, a quest to fetch you We apes cannot help but lech near you, wretches and curs for and before you. Four of me before me Glass backdoors light-invaded populating like a cinema screen First one, no cuckoo’s nest Next two, towers ring-obsessed…