Tag: poems
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Afraid to stop drugging
If I stopped taking my medicine Will it get boring Will I get reticent and stop exploring It is part of my magic mixture I want more than I deserve And what I deserve’s already surplus Walk in clad in furs, plush, calling me sir Last time I lashed out Dresden got burnt But today…
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Coast Evokes
Lines like furrows Oil trucks navigate impossibly small roads, petering out at the sea like an uncupped match Silage smell Dad always rolled his window down to smell it, held nose barely repels it Repulses some delight others olfactorily, farm like an abandoned factory all rust and riddled sheet Smell of slurry hurried by the…