Tag: National Poetry Month
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When I was twenty
When I was twenty, plenty notions and mouthy Pouting when I’m scant potions Anything potable I’m mouthing Feeling shouty, my demons crawl out me A fiend freed is a fiend indeed Scouting for potential excitements I’m like Pharaoh in violence Ra’s scythe swung the trial ends Sobek drinks a red Nile You said yes but…
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Town Tonight?
Waiting for the last bus half midnight I stand like Custer Across the street Two Liffey Valley Queens The bright Nitelink lights illuminate two drunk pikeys, Pa and Mikey One feels sleighted, tempers ignited other passengers feel frightened Gliders in the night like skaters across a rink Angry forgotten time beams out of the observatory…
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Catnap
Shomrim of your slumbering form Our seomra close set Stars like stuck confetti Smoke as from the tophet grate swirls like incense about Aaron’s censer Shogun of the low hedged garden Warden of the retarded. Sun sheds in Schönbrunn yellow A mellow undercoat, as under custard You have lost no lustre My love not lost…
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Long Gone Silver
Cursed as the handhot bread aboard the Mary Celeste Cursed as a pirate’s chest Interned by flintlock kept by cutlass Eager slashes leave bellies gutless Where X is marked it rests. Bloodblurred the pirate’s parrot’s beak orange barely peeks out Only initiates can read my maps, know go west when led south Fewer legs an…
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Belts
Pain abounds from my rebounding knuckles Cringe like someone rewound your fuck up When I rock up, your face a mock up of destruction. Traumas I can’t pass Van Allen belt of my misdevelopment My coffers idly spent Hefty bills seem devil-sent Everything feels pent up My life a book reassembled after blending Mendicant’s bible,…
Alchemisland 