Tag: non-fiction
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Tarot reading
Rood-shaped like a pugilist wingspan conveying The shade of a sword handle; glaive planted like a plant of the grave. The haziness of early day rapidly supplanted by grey, slapping rain Which slantedly aimed seems pointedly animated. Biting night gnaws animaline my unsightly binding chord, Bores the jewel-floored chalice. A queen by manner and habit,…
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Torch circuit for souls
Always an addictive admix tincture scans thin to its needled needer. Tomorrow’s half fixity needily stalks what I am half picturing. Neither Deceiver nor too-credulous believer be. Levered threes. I cannot leave her be. My weed is full of seeds and frog dyed. Fox-slight frock-tight moon talks too tidily, leans into me Orions chews me;…
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Moonstoner
White stones foam bright. Snow mode. Flying light. She’s blue dyed, phone light. Open holes. Low rise. Ozone. Open goals. Slow high. She peels down. My note rises. Feels my pealing soul, calms me down. Gown wound of eaten iris. Ball games. We’re fucking rough as the wall game, Eton type. Easeful. Peaceful. Painterly. Can’t…
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Never hold the line
I am soon-quartered Chinese Gordon With mandarin jacket, gore-wet sword Impatient to avoid taint by glory’s oil In a Mahdi-cordoned Sudan. No more madding stalling orders. No more you can’t. Slow, pleasant tortures. Fugues; fumes; blue plants. Nude snaps. Two caps. Mute laughs. Two that yet haven’t, haven’t yet. Set inhabits my body. Amulet red;…
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Plumtonguer
Riddle. Thought. Little lot Kitted, got Purple dots Persil, not. Eternal knot Cursive, brought To blood-bought life My knifemind’s misbegottens. Wordsmith. Softens. Caught her, now life. Acéphale’s neck cauterised. Weekends tended throatwise Goat, both thighs cum-striped Nighttime finery in endless supply Wick-leant liming light. A winey hellbulb’s strident fire. Civic wrongs. In a rented Civic,…
Alchemisland 