Tag: occult
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Eternal Beach
The rocks porous as the future they are assured to reside in; no such prizes before the eyes of mortals White as the hem of the foldless and faultless kalasiris of sisterwife to Osiris gullwinged beetless Isis Green as languedoc his liegely skin, his leagues are Elysian before the phrase is cradled Where his brain…
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Applebuyer
Gold band above the filter like an ouroboros born in a philtre If she forgets to buy my apples, I make sure to pout when she walks in to guilt her My sleeve is strapped with false heart, my heart wrapped in ticker tape, a wicked ticker ever was one and in bad shape The…
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Hidden Ritual
In 1971 the Devil released a book and an album After a millennium in the pit he had a head full of tunes Every good guitarist owing and betrothed Every decent singer owes him their throat’s gold Arousal at fame’s suggestion, their souls by deed his at the moment of their disposal All the pills…
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Citrinitas
Yellow as a bellow’s charge Nothing mellow about it Aggressively bright, solar redolent Blindness conferrer and ultimate pedant It awaits reddening, his readied admixes remedies of maladies Along the axes of nameless stars plots quare voyages His applicants are highborn, autarchs of rare import, extinct vintage Light and not unlike a bowl of cocaine, strained…
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Completing A Tragic Jigsaw
A conspiracy of banded diamonds Needles threaded, their hum or silence alike spells violence Like things divine, they communicate through subtle signs An eyebrow raised, a shoulder lowered Without a syllable they uttered murder Come not to Cumbria seeking covens It’s below your roof they’ve taken cover The fourth leaf of their clover is removed…
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Spiralling
On that James Shelby Downard spiral Every one of my rivals on Illuminati payroll They harass cowans, and praise Osiris They keep on top me using mystical toponymy Placenames imbued with power, if you believe Sheer awesome triangulating ability Yellow curse-haunted fareastern city Subterranean church of the retard undergod Kingly corntomb of the dawn day…
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Sligo
Here every gatepost is one Yeats leant against It’s like they’re obsessed, facades wearing fragments of stanzas Strangers mates you haven’t met yet, enemies friends kept at breast He’ll be a second coming now he’s gone, due after Godot, gone with winds he worshipped His cold eye cast like a spell, his grave aligned to…
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Sins of the Flesh
I think of my best clothes and they are on Inside my black jacket lining red as scarlet-snouted Anacreon Alacrity enhances your acceptance of invitation Your smile written citation I slink naked, clock my best clothes and they are off Upon the floor, finery’s trapdoor Stoking old loves angry spurned ghosts, host hating rewinding old…