Tag: love
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Stoneiric
Spliff’s a wit pilferer But in the end Wit’s a lead silverer; Gold foil a pleb Calling King Warbeck Perkin Does not a king empurple; It is more than jerkin and assertiveness makes a lord. Eyes red as a sharkattack patch, or post-wristslap which veins inhabit I am whisked back to every ungallant attack I…
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Starcarrier’s sad fragment
At rest My bones Innermost piping. At best My poems Middlemost climb Bedpost high only One eye alone descries Their broke fiddler tone. A finger stoneless What lingers of that no’d proposal. Somewhere voice-bare no one else goes there Fiery quiet, fair and admirably foliate Light roseate. Enfolding irises eye holding Yellow as Carcosa’s minaret’s…
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Thornpull thornful (A lion’s approval)
In a craven cave that caiman Romans will soon know I am removing a rose’s disapproval from a lion’s toe. An ailing lion whose able feet are thorn-reaved My hands pull it clean I heal every weeping beast and bleeding heel I see If I cannot be a writer which spiteful time might keep I…
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Homemade ogre mask
Every sense mine excited Sentbydivine scentlines Will guide my neon-heightened Triumph’s nigh on silent march through Irish Zion. Pirate-scion my corrupted blood a must-hunt lion. Around the shadow-marched marshine back Of a formidable Hawksmoor church Nazarene-lacking, bricked black I rip an apple bong of sapping, pongy exhaust before heading back inside I can lack a…
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Starry Baroness
When star-mottled night descends like a child robbing Shrike, When senses tighten tyrant’s purselike Wetting vellum, the Inspirant’s burst dyke After an hour’s imbibing The inviting vessel relayed forth and back like an old relation’s Bible Until our bottled lightning reached its salival final gulp Mimed having had enough before demanding her cup filled A…
Alchemisland 