Tag: muse
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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…
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Broken mask of the heavenmother
Sifting through the scree of the sundered idols For a piece of debris with the missing portions of the queen’s visage Searching for her all-seeing eyes She has thighs tattooed: an ibex and her sacred tree Her graven vagina splayed, as if that repose conveyed fertility Likely of tripartite nature, forming the second of a…
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She’s here again
Eye’s esteem Sight of adoration utmost You are ambitious as forward-thrusting Thutmose For whom Ra brighter glows, favourshowing Crawled from the void Or hell’s sawloud forge Whose emissions rank rising furious scented Durian She dream walker Mute beholding with corvid wile She Beatrice upbraids and uprights me Her gemmed voice, gelid as Hyperborea To life…
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Drug abusing poetic muse amuser
I am but a sound Handless foreknowledge thing yet formed Wheel of my wants by me neither turned nor designed Wheel of mind greased by green, smiling hearing grinders Grinding teeth never dreaming, foregoing life and self-esteem Forgetting deeds, good or bad Weeping for forgetting only; weed steals From me what is me, quintessence. Inventing…
Alchemisland 