Tag: poem
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Ghostfeeder
Bricks from a derelict famine cottage Were used in the construction of my wall I have come to believe that action is the source of it all. “These are reprieves” I have been told by three priests, None of whom were acquainted, “For hungry ghost’s are ancient.” After the Master’s performance, everything else seemed quaint.…
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Flogging the workhorse
Unproductive days of overconducted fun. Timetabled raves. Even our evening hour sordid orgies needed taster plates; Whether plastic or paper plates were better For a bits table she intended to set up outside Dormitorio Del Leather Surely unprobed depths exist yet. I will delve better. The recipients of my “too-insistent” twelve letters demand me fettered.…
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Thin places
My foetid mind Sprouts to impotent life Like a dying lighter’s coaxed light Smoked so much kush I’m left a shell impression, a ghost ship. Behind my eyes, the killing potion of my emotionless ghost light. The post-light of goat worship managed my backslide.
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Orchid tongue
Lover’s odes, Which dolesome oafs Produce solely In wristbone-soiling tomes (On transport hard to hold), Can sound like odious fights conducted in language one can’t fangle Whose ruinous slights ignorance’s knightly shield disguises.
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Length of X
Frightening prizefighter Gath giant height Despite, passion’s tankard’s fashioned mouse-sized. Anger can seem outsized but I Know David’s fright’s later highted wasted time.
Alchemisland 