Tag: mythology
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Rattler old
Once we had completed introductions He launched into a speech about Etruscan nuclear production He asked, shrewdly to his mind, what the centaurs, mischievous and wise Took for their lunch, and whether their type-crunched forms were not Totems praised when raised by tribes of riders in ancient days. Next, he came to what he saw…
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Glueless ascent
Cut my wrists before I write To see if my riskily brisk bleeding can outlast the market’s leading battery It’s an incredibly long fall from dominion and a credibly longer climb back; On that matter ask Lambert Simnel’s opinion. Rocks brokenbottle sharp gore-slathered, clad with glue-nibbed pinions I found at Grendel-tracked trenchbottom.
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Over there they treat us like
I am the rust-jammed hatch things vanish casually into. Matte blackness I am that. Roaring stag, abhorring all practice unlordly; Sword unsheathing a resort only for When foes mean to stab the impertinent, mismanaged slab Of my sagging collaborative flesh like day labouring Keats. * Replies by ripple this dirty nail paint’d Grit-flavoured water, stagnant…
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Cusp rider
What I’m about to do Blue as Marge’s do. Glued to my exhaust chute, Polluted on Grey Goose and Fanta Exotic on the rocks With creme de cacao chocolate chasers, I call the mix the Scrooge Shocker. Spot-marking X formed by pollution from passing planes, sky pale blue, Exhausted recluse walking Stillorgan to Syracuse in…
Alchemisland 