Tag: poem
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Moonsongs
Slapped to flush my devotion utter I cross oceans of wonder to crawl to her toes Reposed below, cold as a fridge rose in a silk-sundered coffin I haunt the gutters under Dublin. She is a softening woman Slaughtered dozens, caught up lovers Cauterize the flesh you’ve ulcered. On the porch when I saw your…
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The nasty gravedirt work of making a work lasting
I prefer a murky vanity How my scratched family mirror skews improvingly My posed nudity. Nothing of prudity And much of crudity it has been my unimproving, no composure duty To move cot to coffin extolling. Outside Bewley’s, coffee Voltaire would savour, Coughing unduly off that last end-chewed foolmaker. Lunar pale she screams; Communing with…
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COUNTING
Loops in belts Loops I’m repeating like prayers before bed Strong compelled, praying this crazy is equally felt I intend to play the cards as dealt Until my stack’s the table’s biggest, forcing other players to smelt Wedding rings to pay the ting. Accepting shirts and shoes as well. Can’t remember when or whether I…
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Ode to a thwarted
No eyes trialled my writing, thereby Nursed I bitter eggs near bursting time. A bushelled shine; The downpushed reclimbs like denied orgasm the ladder of the spine. All life’s down and plush serves to hide as blush denies whiteness The programmed, android emptiness of succeeding. Weeding until I wheeze, trying to squeeze out something exceeding.…
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Tell me again
Half sable that hemisphere Quaking at my taking leer Tell me why every time I need to hear it, I’m a Lear. That half turned away dark. Balletic insatiable. Stark madness, Cain marks, magnetic Hades Deranged capable, I will find the way I will prod the dirt and wrench the cable I am replaced; the…
Alchemisland 