Tag: ink
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Loi Altee
Toking, in dust he plans Smoking industry plants Mingus on, doing Vitus dance Tight fist, whatever my slippery fingers can get a grip on Alchemical meaning of a gryphon, reading Xenophon and Agrippa Pen gripping flesh ripping cephalopod Just ripped through a fresh blimmer, still-wet ink glimmer Chewing on Tide Pods, injecting stims Shortening grass…
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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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I’m Only The Watcher
In borrowed headphones hit the street, meet Keith for keef at the boardwalk I’m paro as fuck now but when I get home I’m getting high as a parrakeet Or a palace parapet where the ivy climbery meets the downward creepers And Rapunzel’s hair is a rock climbing teacher Load of absolute creatures beside me,…
Alchemisland 