Tag: imagination
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Nights now the world is over
I’ll give to the bag for life It lasted longer than ninety percent of the people I met in my life Well worth it for the price Clouds like a 99 in a sunless sky, entry of a shadowed century Its sentry a wounded moon, sent here to keep us stationary These are nights now…
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Going out for messages after the world ends
Anthrax-tinged winds winnowing through nuke-bared trees Cold as the windowless, hissing like geese the burning steels Kissing her feet while the burning steals The world around us, even the ground dust Is dangerous, another mushrooming nighttime sunrise Demise of some great nation Violet light like an auric field around the stricken power station I can…
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Garden of Poisons
Domestos rivers snake Take route through Rows of poisonous roots At whose centre is a lake Of lamp oil and snake venom The vellum on which the poison bible developed Is tinged with hellsent emetics, diuretics, and genetic Excretics which’ll turn a helix to pathetic dregs Cultures of gas-pumping fruits in art class clusters Rills…
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First Time Here
First time here Meeting her nearest and dearest en masse For the tenth time preening Perfecting my appearance in the car mirrors I have upon request removed my earrings I abandoned at her behest the cerise shirt and chequered slacks I planned to wear She rifled my closets drug squad style, threw my clothes everywhere…
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The Gardener
Mr Foley ate lunch on our lawn He still had his gloves on When he finished up his luncheon His pick quick work of the air between him and the ground’s hair, like a policeman’s baton Clattering an insurgent’s head, station said it never happened. Naturally as a gardener he had a love for all…
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