Tag: love
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Ode to you
Tonsil tennis with a ten on ten who can work a pen I was in a pen called independence I was innocent, per every sentence But sin’s scent incense heavy incest redolent The brevity of her readiness astounds The mood lifts as soon as it comes down I am aroused She goes down like a…
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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…
Alchemisland 