Tag: magick
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Loi Altee
Toking, in dust he plans Smoking industry plants Mingus on, doing Vitus dance Tight fist, whatever my slippery fingers can get a grip on Alchemical meaning of a gryphon, reading Xenophon and Agrippa Pen gripping flesh ripping cephalopod Just ripped through a fresh blimmer, still-wet ink glimmer Chewing on Tide Pods, injecting stims Shortening grass…
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Digging a vault
More Irish than Ronan Keating More dust than Roman Peace, pax Compress and compact, lossless like Flac Fuck the pact, sacrifice the rat Tied down to train tracks on a black, rainy night More blazing, bigger complaints More high, more wheezing More why, more reasons More eyes than Lovecraft’s demons Inside the scalene, plotting and…
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Out of his prime
Spared the ferule, what did it net them other than upset? A lord of misrule raising mayhem A sense of a world upended, among the waiting men some presentiment Of scenes from older time coming back around again; On the hearse-dark night of my birth, at the wharf Stars fled their fixed berths like fire-chased…
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Halls of Amenti
Fate-revealing guts loosed from pink cases, one swift gladius cut. Dream drawn to Amenti’s starlit halls, past lives recalled Birds cawing in awesome chorus Stall before soaring, dawnspawn above thornpaw God-haunted flatlands Following saltdrawn ley lines to a grand tomb Beneath where the Sphinxlion’s lazy left paw looms.