Tag: muse
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Killing a swan
My quill’s wetted tip fritters outlandishly Colouring the undipped panda; The vanity of making that span’s holy blankness vanish. Through my wreck’s rent side A lunatic tide pours effortlessly. She is an outsider, an fortless lier beneath skies Her dyeing eyes’ generous donations reframe the observed The plainest bird made worthy with burstberry fervency: Know-you-wept…
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The aping shadow
Even relapsing fails reenchanting flaccid synapses. Old wallpaper damp-warped, Half-scraped from my soul’s facade. Do we strive to fit pitiful shapes Or are we made at penetration inferior creatures? Her wolf hair posterior-reaching covered like a woollen cape Her scar-striated vertebrae. Her features each leeched of plainness By the eager projections of come courters. In…
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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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Bottling an ineffable
By sheepish weir she appears with ireing fleetness I know in my bones, in my toes, in my throes, I am that hireling she seeks. From the parapet of a threatened nest, the sharkfin impression of a beak Seeks out from wattled thorn and hay and down, to speak confoundingly Of lovers sworn to smothering…
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Accent
When she spoke, it was with an implacable accent Neither French nor Irish A brute chimera festooned with the worst of both All rolled Rs and missing Hs. I’m reaching those ‘missed the boat’ sort of ages, And I wondered, in fact I hoped, that if you wouldn’t accompany me to dinner You would at…
Alchemisland 