Tag: poem
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The Leaders
Who needs illuminati When leaders are openly nazis Let’s open us a fascist like it’s a fanzine With a hundred back lashes Send him back to his castle as ashes Torso lined with gashes, cop civilian clashes Mushrooming tear gasses, water jets My wallet lined with symbols of wadjet.
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Where ladders lead
My house like a scene from steerage, iceberg-pre But the silence is porn-loud when partygoers leave I used to be a man, I am handsomeness once it becomes debris One man in two minds, Jekyll famously, ley lines lead me to be divided Blooded and darkbright with secret light I could hide between the cracks…
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Summoning up the war dead
Mind fuelled up on amethyst deceivers Receives the chief of demons My brain the EVP receiver Solomon and the Queen of Sheba Lining up to teach me controlled breathing And how that can result in kundalini Madlings prancing against the black screen of my half sleeping The séance apportments fade away, but they never leave…
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Forever storm
Storm’s to break this evening they keep saying, but it never settles The storm blowing westward, and will go on forever Pity, I found comfort in how rain made days repeat Oh not me, I love being out Preening while she speaks Up and out and about, about it all Being seen in the streets.
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Borrowed birdeyes
My eyes are sent into an eagle. The city is sound sieged and draped in star-stealing electric hangover. On the clocktower, watching zeppelins bobbing like cartoon jellyfish, Rosy fireballs rising in a fabulous stream, away out of sight, The dreams and prayers and hopes: For cures, for alms, for doping balms, for ends to plight.…
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