Tag: OC
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Night’s prince
I kiss my fist before I swing to hit, hot as Ifrit’s imprints my indents I am the night prince, everytime I hit print the cyan misses Sion’s missiles arising like aureate beams upon the birth of Christ Manger for a berth, saviour and lordling of all earth among mangy animals Chortling currently at a…
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Games played with the moon
Moonbound loon, printing runes in my master’s annals Tomb of old titans, striations and rilles once thought canals Ocean’s master of motion, commotion among the low nations Atlantean eraser, brine bracing braziersmothering Carving handshort devotions with Occam’s razor Lurid, luring fascinator, who turneth me Toward which ravenous lupines croon tunelessly in cold eternity Many degrees…
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Rain on St Swithen’s Day (Summah’s Ovah, Suckah)
Don’t wear a toga in Manitoba until Spring’s over Remove no clout ‘til May is out I’m the Shire’s Gaffer Gangee Liquid wrist I twist the piff ‘Twixt Rizla trapping Ganja I take the gaffer and wire tape Don’t go blabbing, it’s wire tap Wrecked his mouth, two tap slap Diaz Cat rectum mouth, ass…
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Nights in the potter’s field
Come with storm like boredom Again visiting bottle’s bottom Sodom’s last surviving citizen, rest got singed I cavort with scornful forms in the halls of aborted life Hades how many graves In mirthless mournful surrounds, rat sounds More squeaking than ball courts. Take a lich road to the boneyard Smell of ammonia and charnel, harmful…
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Release party
I’m just out the county jail, there since ‘86 Drink was taken, eyes were vacant although ag féachaint Arrested naked under Halley’s Comet Seeing faeries dancing, Charles Bonnet syndrome Slathered in vomit, slammed down onto bonnet by officers Driven back to the station, cuffed and impatient in cups clubbed Drubbed with truncheons and towelled phonebooks…
Alchemisland 