Tag: imagination
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Bounding after everafter bound
Trailing you like a dog-seen scent A shadow leant animation, enamoured by caster You alabaster in stillness, cheetah fleet or faster Your feet soundless, printing no tattoo, water Through the forest and I follow Chagrinning rutting harts Scattering unblinking hinds Chewing the cud of my bitter defeats Bleeding into my inkwell, ichor-riven odes.
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Choosy eater
In a word pickyeater Eat a random bird’s dirtbox But need my apples peeled Once smashed liqueurs drank the contents like a shot Once drank most of a bottle of Jäger from an ash tray But hesitate trying shrimp, because it has a face And shape I find repulsively unappealing Like a wriggling worm. Choosy…
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Light and hopelessness
Every breath wrestles phlegm before exiting Having sword not will therewith to swing Falling to lesser enemies, head full of magic beans Dreaming beanstalks and Jack-stalking giants Giants who smell Englishmen welcome in the IRA With mad dogs and Anglo-Saxons in the sun’s final hours Rays unafraid despite day’s shortening, brighter therefore in spite Pale…
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Lighter flick
Leaning my paper horn into wheel-roused light Night-dispelling Djeep lighter Like a rhino moth self-immolating, singeing sins I creep higher How many recessions I sessioned through Sticking skins throughout the pandemic, trying to give lungs helmet The words surprise my vision but a fissure betwixt, thick vincula My pungent stick like Stephen’s Mullingar ashplant ferries…
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Ruins of the space nursery
Our sky all it contains Canopy a galley’s bottom Ere-expanding reach Elements mimic each Fire eminent as storm Wind like pasture Salvation a thousand years away Chaos reigning thereafter. Abandoned spawning pits Thrones of lichen Overgrown, eczema’d with climbery Otherworldly foliage violently-spined Climbing salvage rusted ginger Things one finds only at some sylvan sphere’s unreachable…
Alchemisland 