Tag: fiction
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Glued to the deluding mirror
I suppose we all cast the Hercules role for ourselves In our proposed most audacious, rose-lit fantasies of the past First to last and last to first, life’s process: the removal of blessings Tides changing and fits and starts and droughts and bursts Hurts and blurted loves, haloed doves and rages like rockets Comets hurtling,…
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Yielding flesh divulges relevant answers to a knife-wielding querent
Meandering sciences like crafts unpiloted This way and that way, tugging and repelling, rewriting the skies I have to wear a disguise to write, that much I do despise myself I must rise from bed and write despite myself, for my bread What the right refuses, the left will endeavour to do I will not…
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Full of hyperskunk, driving around Wicklow
Your lipsmacking is so unthreatening to the gang We didn’t even fetch weapons You’re like that one who keeps trying to make fetch happen You kept coming back, mangy cur with manky fur a bit too fetch-happy Lucky you because I’m not shy giving nippy pips full cups of blunderbuss Tough love find you under…
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Loot type blue
Magnetic pull Everything invisibly instinctively insensibly reaching toward the sun Treating everyone to a Hollywood Lunch because we came in underbudget Troupe indulge my hankering for a full round of White Russians Weed ground to dust like temples underfoot by the spurned pride of Maluks Marduk’s shrine thrice burned, his furnace eyes light up the altar…
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Or
Quitting strats and I can’t stick to them like the glue was bad Keep going back, 360 peram, grabbing cash stashes during rash fantasies Itchscratcher, at the hip my trusted blaster You’ve never seen dust disappear faster, engage thrusters Never wait for the change, don’t let shit get mangy or musty trust me I’m not…
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