Tag: imagination
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Last Cathedral
Green droplets of soup Summer logic Haze which is not mist, July’s height Collecting tree secretions in cups and vials Collecting days in twine belted files Distilled experience supremed in a phial No more Cathedrals will be built Says what about imminent return Vaccinated against the possibility, immunitising eschaton No more Davids shall be freed…
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Future is Thick
Cruel gangs bisect the turf Skinahans lot in the Beacon South Quarter Scartel everything between Aungier Street and the Liberty Stone Liberated from a Church Normandy named, sitting before boss’ throne A symbol to which fealty is offered Young lads swearing they have no skin in the game Cheffed up, found eyeless, no skin hung…
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Psyber
Shock ignites the breaker board Awakened at midnight, his impatient nixsynthesis His fixtures enable him to realise the past Smudges along the windows, barely discernible He tends toward the room’s left-hand side Souls snared by bright blazes; his cyclopean camera’s aperture repeeling itself like a cyborg orange Gently tracing a blood stained lintel, his fingers…
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Nighteen
Finally a working man gambles profitably Able prophets predate their aeons Abel’s blood predated upon, the earth itself drinks itself. Prayed upon Soon prey the bull’s blood Pulls the King from the fool’s hood. Workmen have captured the ways and the devices: Those which the enforced illiteracy of the Druids protected, Those which the Mayan…
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Doing Deliveries in the Rain
My eyes glaze over like windscreens on Ganymede A vast cave, tight nicking the sides, full of evil seeds Cold crystals in my eyelids like diamonds on a spiderleg Highway hawks above it all Talons clasping camera’s hood Sickly night light flushed Big kinky bruised arse of evening Lunar albinism of bright black clouds A…
Alchemisland 