Tag: poem
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Who authors the storms?
On my back Atop swaying waves Relying on prejudiced tact for navigation A Polaris tacked-on, like a late life marriage Peels away at the first sign of rain Tachyon back home from Ballaly Spray batters the Spanish Arch, Storm Nobodaddy.
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Moving a god
Talos unmoving rust-enflamed Provided the russet bloodgold of the Titans isn’t taken Hidden in his statue’s base Face so well captured for a minute I forgot which was the actual The finest tailors of Greece major, in its heyday, made these dresses See the tresses The delicate stresses along the sandals The perfect stretches, the…
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Risk pangs
Dardanelles at our back, waves whip the flank Gargamels in our ranks, eat a Smurf for a snack Blue tongue outhung, like we just ate slices of sky Risk it for a biscuit, bigger slice of the pie Like we just won Trivial Pursuit at games night. Fat packs flattened down into patties Flak grazing…
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Screaming prayers into God’s burst eardrums
Again and again, waves disobey my prayers for pain’s abatement My hands clasp together so tightly The skin breaks I am the skin on the scalding milk I am the Will that breaks the whipping wind I am silk and coarseness I am deep rilles, and rushing courses Pangs and bangs, odd forces A pauseless…
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Fuck off, all Irish racists
These days there are no mates, No Monday to Friday happy days, Endless rates, endless rage Drained energy sluiced away Like so much rain. They make you waste it. Can you taste pain Once your tongue is bitter-trained? You’re shown who to blame: Not vacuous cunts with private planes, Not them with opulent displays, But…
Alchemisland 