Tag: literature

• Merciful Aquamarine

  No MP3s I’m still dealing with CDs, bought about 100 in NCBI charity shops Floor could do with a sweep and mop, deck scrub the lot Hair could do with a chop Spent teabag sink mound could do with a slop My heart broken clean in two, like a foot of balsa Karate choppers used…

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  13th Feb 2025

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• Tripping 

  In the car taking a trip Taking trips, licked skins, tearoffs like ripped papyrus Flying, if Icarus and Pegasus had a baby who was Irish Green skinned Osiris, my green tinged sin dust Light hits the grinder, lid like a sun disc Fistful of titty, this is not fiction We are gliding lube glistening frictionless…

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  3rd Aug 2024

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• The Lads Up Der In Heaven

  Rabelais and James Joyce in tatters, non-stop screaming laughing Two kin hyenas ginsoaked keen for fine feeding using divinely given gifts to write fart jokes Gassed over hatter-mad scholars trying to find meaning in their words. Joyce had a fine voice, could have been a singer People scanread Ulysses then screed Reddit reviews highlighting the…

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  15th Jun 2024

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• Paris Scrapping

  In Paris it’s hot today  On the cans all day Say sorry what mate  What did you say? Push you away  Yeah, get your mate Take my place Shield my face Shout GET THEM HEMINGWAY Set him straight  Know for whom the bell tolls  Hit him a belt, skyward ten toes  He went down axed…

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  5th Jun 2024

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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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  5th May 2024

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