Tag: original poem
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Ya still training?
Practice makes practice makes How did you get here? Practice, mate Reading the Bible, codes I’m cracking Eagle at my side, never catch lacking See a mate I haven’t seen in ages Asks me whether I’m still training Does not my drained appearance give indication Which of life’s stations I might nation now Whether that…
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Practice makes
360 spin kick, head off like a twist cap Peeling cap when my gat’s gums flap Painting the ceiling, puce strains spurt upward like lapwings Your skull collapsing Roman Empire, last of mind lapsing My elastic band snaps, steel slaps like a Diaz Pulling out a Fisher King at Cripple Creek, denippled king quick to…
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Vidya
I say the best game is Doom II Marooned on hell’s shore, abhorrent Plutonia Experiment You disagree, suggest Hexen II Willingly hanging with you medically considered self-abuse It’s like I’m paying last life’s dues, my name is Earl you’re last on my list Your kiss was on that list but much nearer the top of…
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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…
Alchemisland 