Tag: invocation
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Someone there/Summoned there
Demons with contorted forms Souls black as aces George Formby faces Lips like week-dead worms Cometh the storms. Lightning rips Light night eclipse Every fern drips Every firm hip Up and about Beware the loon Howling the moon No one hears you shout.
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Centaur
Fetid pile of horse and man Nessus undone, his exhibited contents A severed hand jutting out as if in welcome Proffering madness. Tantamount to one night All a man’s moons At life’s easing ceasing Momentary erotic undoing Solified eyes rare with solar oil Never more robed in glory.