Tag: poem
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REDEYED BOTANY
Met this barrel’s maimed bottom, Made my way back up to the top. Like the spider, Miss Muffet, Tuffet she sat on, all trouble resulting. Botomania, blotto ain’t ya? I see you out there, skulking. I ain’t your saviour, now get; I’m sulking, eyes sunken making Arrangements, pot plants in plant pots for non-pot pot…
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Escaping fate
Black as a phantom’s lacking carapace, a glazed and oily shadow. Like a thrown snowball hurtling fated to burst, eternity unto obscurity. Surety being read future tense hasten towards death; latent deathwant. A friend must recall his debt eventually, releasing the pent; the burnt moth. Freeing oneself from dependents, from dependencies, From the great stupendous…
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KNOCKING SHOP (ROOM)
It wasn’t just boys in blue on the knocker Upstairs balls weren’t blue, boots were knocking I was squeezing knockers, what Brits call boobs Clock nearing eleven, tube that held the boobs askew on the floor Her leather boots looked elven, no books on the bedside locker Ballygowan water bottle plus 3,000 bobbins, bopping to…
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Pyramids and prisoners
Moronic but when I get on it I feel pharaonic I also lose the plot. Plots of oddly named chronic Vacuum packed and doubled boxed in lockups. In cells I swerved aryans and incels, did pull and pushups, Did crunches and lunges until calves and stomach toughened. Dumped all my points into toughness, encumbrance. All…
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POSTPRANDIAL GIZMO
Bumping Curtisy Landmine as we cross this land of mine My drugs land mine how they leave you legless Unable to peg it when I take out the skeng Crusties with dread mullets in my house Skulling cans of borrowed Bulmers in my lounge Scroungers, drowned rat look, wet dog redolent smell, I cast a…
Alchemisland 