Tag: poem
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HE IS ON THE HUNT
Wet his blade Paid in satisfaction Swift action serrated gutripper retraction leaves inexact scars Fraction of his guts left inside, breached pie steaming beef spilling out Forcefeed wine, pouring into the snout, fastforward gout until the stomach lining Bubbles lively on the pavement Obsessed with dispensing death, breathlessly working his flensing knife along the length…
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Straightener with James Joyce
He gave me no choice I’m having a straightener with James Joyce He wrote Ulysses but he’s useless in the ring Bad knees, a breeze has him dancing reels Ineluctable modality of the visible is tested when I get physical, shots I drilled send him spilling over a table Half the man Leopold Bloom is,…
Alchemisland 