Tag: poem
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With the plus
Lottos a lot like duels According to my useless jotter’s blot-polluted musings I hate having recorded these discordant delusions But the allusion no water throughs; Me against you. One from two, for all the jewels. Rules, few as you would consent to The people one runs into, in such places one would never expect We…
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Applefar
Talk about planned obsolescence Mad all, road-pulled by pheasant instincts. A clan of manful men hide-clad: me, my brother, and dad Whose breezy freeness easies people, even the creed-y; Strove the greedy to inhabit those golder frames made By his gilding assess; or gelding; or dismaying alternately. Bladelike wielded phrase What he proclaimed became best.…
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Unsleep’s worst mysteries
Six figure sheep count at pealess duckdown bedtime Fewer Zs than the Bible translated into Irish Passion-occupied Byron sister admiring My silver-stealing magpie woes This stilting evening grow Cathedral sized Toothed finely, on stilts. My nine size G.P. Martens fused new carpet With her love’s black widow spider.
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A prayer to Apollo for help
Limn I like a land-liking siren, to the prince of deceit, who lies Sweetly. The opium of his perjury leeched their turgid souls. Hymns to He whose scrying circles Circumscribed jacinth be ivory Which exert in crying at absurd mortal triumph And oddly preserve observed light Shine frighteningly, like trialled witches deemed guilty of posterior…
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Rattler old
Once we had completed introductions He launched into a speech about Etruscan nuclear production He asked, shrewdly to his mind, what the centaurs, mischievous and wise Took for their lunch, and whether their type-crunched forms were not Totems praised when raised by tribes of riders in ancient days. Next, he came to what he saw…
Alchemisland 