Tag: occult
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Her vagina was the saga-secreting wound in the back of a dying Valkyrie
Darker and dark those arts I practiced More brutal whips were cracked Until her latticed flank resembled the Nazarene’s back And still she came back She came and came and came, and drank All that came Lank days, greased straight In that post-beef languor Full sex no hang ups Had to leave sorry notes up…
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Worthy
Fifteen year waiting room just to see a painting And when at last you get inside to view the installation You part a tacky beaded curtain. Art where the art isn’t the art; You must read supplementary literature to truly be a part You see only a canvas, blank as Mars, and the stubbed out…
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Sibylline books
Indulging in more lines than ordnance survey maps Best laid plan ‘twixt mouse and man Bat flight across vast mapless tracts In rightlight passing flies may cast dragonshadows A line millennia taut suddenly slackens And none of the consulted prophecies illuminate the pattern.
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Crocuses
Dull, sunless months suffering penniless under coin-metred light Crocuses showing despite, sun-summoned Rice white the blindeye-like snowdrops probe impolitely Light-impelled, the breathless writer so lacking in editors Slathers menacing patterns upon the mud abutting the delta Stars not unlike me on the underside of the robe of night. Go out and shine no matter how…
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Yellow fools
Daffodils are back Striving up through cracks in frosty patches Undoing their seasonal spinal snaps Regaining sap, decollapsing synapses Beautiful dope-addicted lightbulbs Lamplings and Spring champions, up early, long necked Nodding off again, wilting like tranqed sauropods.
Alchemisland 