Tag: inspiration
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Night Drive Neon Stained Skies
Key to things beyond my ken Obelisk tip is called Ben Ben It represents primordial land Song stage on which Atum stands. Drive what feels like ages Trees instead of walls still cages My life a thousand variations on beiges Need captain’s holiday on a Bejor lakeshore, no room on Risa Always expecting a downpour,…
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Dole Day
Your fella broke Spent his day All day ag ól In the park so cans aren’t cold Hopes tonight he’ll get his hole Cheeks sink like she’s sucking out my soul Cheap drink because it’s a government payroll I worked in a cafe before I was king Ass loving corsair, a lord of the ring…
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Cafe Days
The other day I watched a bargirl carrying a precarious pile of ashtrays When returning reverie struck, of my days working in cafes Happy rage equal expansive, rounded chin short of handsome Furtive as a stray yet bold as a peacock, easily led astray I was at that age.
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Edge is a matter of perspective
Homemade world’s most dangerous roads episodes on my iphone Persecuted for my perfect elocution My eloquence brokers sudden assemblies They send for me when things need semblance made of My knack for elucidation of long darkdimmed mysteries marks me My squaxx is dek thargo, my ship is the Argo and every plank is new What…
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Go At It Agin
Master’s hammer on the table in the shadow of the mason’s apron Like a fleshbound book brown and thick, a brindled front Font of the sink he vomits into fond of drink, cider stink the carrot-clogged sink sings out for rinsing. Ag rince head ag snámh, no control of my lámh I only had seacht…
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The sun rising as it has not in some time
Sunrise glorious, more than recent times Sunrise’s old but recently seen beauty, tenfold Even a day’s break steals all gold’s glimmering Fools old and young ascribing to arts limn you As Apollo limb you that you might walk far afield C thy coastal passage sprouting thyrsus awield Vaster than recalled Tutelary star. Sunrise as has…
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Sobriety
You’re on Sovember, scotchonrockstober the shock of sober can leave man over Like a turnover I’m dark at bits. “€1.70 love, and a bag is it?” flyover white cliffs Dover The Sea of Rome in Ostia, the Holy See the suffering earth the rebounding surf that slurps The bay, the gulls cascade to the cast…