Tag: life
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Rotting away in a private space
Use went from sparing to daily Used get it mailed in Rip open the pack and rail it the second it came in. Coke and horse, my arm invaded The syringe impaling Like the razorhoned beaks of the venom-leaking birds of Stymphalia Heart slowly failing, in the palliative cupboard below the clothes railing. It wasn’t something…
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Clung to my lung
Crow in my socks, always stocked Coughing lots, deathdoor knocker and coffin dodger Some dodgy lugies I’ve hocked, lungfroth Hockney’s Drinking strong scotch Couldn’t walk a straight line for cops, tried to dodge Looked more like hopscotch But they didn’t find the bodge in my Neon Dodge Quite a night time scare, sans Podge and…
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Congoing
One foot wrong and I’m gone. We’ve absconded the built’s mettle-wilting favours Traded laziness for the bilge, the thicket, and its perspirant labours. The river long, robed in fog, laughs longest as it rolls along; wet comet. Solid-seeming silt paths circuit the sides Boglike they give what inspires fires, but what sinks inside dies, tithes.…
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Frustrating invitation
Glum. My back a rank tissue of old attacks, latticelike, Mail-hard, any traitor’s glaive fails against my breakspear flank. In the first place I made for a rum Shakespeare, anyway; Only came to drum up interest in my admittedly funless play but I haven’t opened my mouth since saying hey. Awaiting opportunities to interject which…
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Sordid sex
We each take a wrap, drug misuse She’s got my back, like my masseuse Like her BJJ belt’s blue I hit it from the back baby, room’s a zoo Jaw chewing, I’m no longer human Eyes old and blue, I’m a 50s crooner And they all wanna hear my tunes Leaving Hamelin with all women…
Alchemisland 