Tag: fiction
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Gardenchild
A yew strangely reposed, yet no less stately Gorgeous rose razor throated A sacred few knelt by a pool Guards closed in and The Youth ran and his linen unspooled Running naked fool; running naked fugitive A huge, deluge-wielding moon cast Gethsemane in gloom.
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A horrible death
Unwinding by rhyming Binding myself inevitably to a side A house built strong and high, away from judging tides Hiding pricked-pride brine-bricked Atlantis Millions of tents wrought from animal hides across my land’s span Went from panhandling to land management, keep goals in mind Belief subsides, appears to disappear, but never dies Non-stop sirens brush…
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SOFIANNA
Signs of violent times only vigilants and locust-dieted diviners hight Lines of hopeless grim-eyed people queueing outside Seeking any light-leaking idea of what’s divine The most unrighteous portend to charitable piety Gospels proven timeless, updated for modern climes Brazenly committing violent crimes, the wicked march triumphal Expressing now their once-idle umbrage The blood the blood,…
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Old gods and ships in bottles
Not interested in maintaining faculties Butter as grease when fisting crease Cretins with weapons promising vendettas They want to steal my pie, see me pacified Passed around like Pasiphae, felt my Cretan Bull inside Discreetly excreting behind trees, exercising my right to pee publicly Cheating, taking long and talking shite, thrice denied Christ Cult of…
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Land of Frost
More snow, ice and nose blowing Than what Franklin Expedition were exposed to I don’t queue, better expedite or I’ll provoke feuds My only sight, viewfinder, through an evil eye Stand up guys still get pens through eyes In the pen I’ll die, what’s pent up I exorcise In the yard doing exercise, avoid the…
Alchemisland 