Tag: fiction
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Clung to my lung
Crow in my socks, always stocked Coughing lots, deathdoor knocker and coffin dodger Some dodgy lugies I’ve hocked, lungfroth Hockney’s Drinking strong scotch Couldn’t walk a straight line for cops, tried to dodge Looked more like hopscotch But they didn’t find the bodge in my Neon Dodge Quite a night time scare, sans Podge and…
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Congoing
One foot wrong and I’m gone. We’ve absconded the built’s mettle-wilting favours Traded laziness for the bilge, the thicket, and its perspirant labours. The river long, robed in fog, laughs longest as it rolls along; wet comet. Solid-seeming silt paths circuit the sides Boglike they give what inspires fires, but what sinks inside dies, tithes.…
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Div-eyed and Conker
Unloading the full unholy capacity, One final sign tap, for anyone asking: No talking to the driver while the vehicle is in action. Terrifying sleepstealing cries, wolfrhapsodies, Viking raptures. Anpiels writhing at the fiery revelation from the unveiled cyphers. A trough holding a thousand pairs of melted eyes. Climbing fires like hellish ivy Wreathing high…
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An vision I had of the end of humanity, which stole my appetite
In fitful sleep and frightening waking dreams Visions of children screaming Crowds streaming through fissures in palisades King ears bent to hear what blatant schemers say Green given to grey, fields unto graves Around healing houses lofty railings raised, barring the saved Only curs and beaten slaves live unchanged in this changing age The wheel’s…
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Sordid sex
We each take a wrap, drug misuse She’s got my back, like my masseuse Like her BJJ belt’s blue I hit it from the back baby, room’s a zoo Jaw chewing, I’m no longer human Eyes old and blue, I’m a 50s crooner And they all wanna hear my tunes Leaving Hamelin with all women…
Alchemisland 