Tag: poem
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Dawnwound
Highmoving light reclaimed those night taken slopes Slothful promontories, scooped out in Dagon’s day, vomit-painted Noisy, oversugared daytime arriving light and rhyming, Ur-timely Allstirring world emerging nervous, fox furtive, into yearning mole light Nascent dayhastening; wind-tousled hay makes a sound like swaying paper. A Heaven that looks too much like Roman housing for this unsavable…
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Dogschool
Too long toothed to Develop usefully New tricks this kicked Hound. Sticky from the uterus Something wicked remits. Too monged for this Two doses bliss Dope burn hiss, the spoon’s knightspur skin spurns blisters This mixture my fixture, a between-the-toes syringe tincture Brought me back from the brink. I went from gone fishin’ to Bobby…
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Voicedrinker
Give and give, an end to take. To say I feel seen is an understatement Keen on making some statement,which explains me, shows my spleen I hear keenly, crystal clear, like a remedyless man hears banshee keening; Her distant sounds appear, abound, in my soundless ear like pistol rounds.
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Starclotted
The scree of a glee’d penis, the spattered spotty stars seemed Red as a snotty, grotty new skater’s knee The easily-seen desire-seeder Venus poem revealing. Adrenal Mars like a fat wasp wallop-burst upon an offturned LG screen. Approbations, elations, daily paintings Deprivations, rages, railings, weak sadness, half of madness. Just because something fell into one’s…
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Sleepasker
After chain blazing shamelessly My unpitied, unpropitiated head lays Dreamscapes egg laden and hex-scathed Of begging bowls, of negative spaces, of taking oaths Of sewn oats, of sold dope, of frailty, of granges, of grey areas, changes. Mortal-folded clothes angel-molded going mouldy in the only stow Maybe this grape haze ganj has me going scatty,…
