Tag: gothic
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The Reptile
Dysfunction in his erectile Took a bunch of homemade meds Not a single clinical trial Then became a reptile The dead of night his favoured time For venturing out to his hunting mile Wearing a long jacket, detective style Hides a ridge of spikes along his spine Trudging forthcoming heads turning tides Temper turns on…
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Visions of dead people
Flight instinct kicking in Stick around, source within Skin thin Bones seen beneath Inching obscenely In the fingers, at the cheek Even during sleep Creaking, squeaky greasing easy The wheel of a bike careening Spinning long after a car hit its driver head on Haunted by dead cyclists, suffering infringements At vision’s fringes, their boldness…
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Novena after the nuclear exchange
Using her last breath on a fickle rosary Fasting to the last Want for God’s love surpassing Even the harshest reality We look on with enmity, disguising jealousy Red beads, readings, pleadings, to the mercy of the lady of roses Kneeling by a roadside ditch, scrying the scarred sky for divine signs If she lives…
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The Lighthouse Lads
Three men in a lighthouse Two are never seen again Last left with visage unmoving Fixture of Bedlam’s rooms, in the mask of Agamemnon His words host myriad venoms, he speaks for a shekel Or a respectable speckle of inebriate in his vessel Whilst he speaks, he speaks as a man possessed A frightful vision,…
Alchemisland 