Tag: poems
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You Up?
In a birthday card it’s something trite In my cold car back it’s a midnight ride It’s a horrible daylike night Type of eve that man’ll cop a wolf bite Noises get lost and boys get lost in the wood at night Accounts of old murder, I’m on the count, count dracula Three counts on…
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Future is Thick
Cruel gangs bisect the turf Skinahans lot in the Beacon South Quarter Scartel everything between Aungier Street and the Liberty Stone Liberated from a Church Normandy named, sitting before boss’ throne A symbol to which fealty is offered Young lads swearing they have no skin in the game Cheffed up, found eyeless, no skin hung…
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Nighteen
Finally a working man gambles profitably Able prophets predate their aeons Abel’s blood predated upon, the earth itself drinks itself. Prayed upon Soon prey the bull’s blood Pulls the King from the fool’s hood. Workmen have captured the ways and the devices: Those which the enforced illiteracy of the Druids protected, Those which the Mayan…
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Doing Deliveries in the Rain
My eyes glaze over like windscreens on Ganymede A vast cave, tight nicking the sides, full of evil seeds Cold crystals in my eyelids like diamonds on a spiderleg Highway hawks above it all Talons clasping camera’s hood Sickly night light flushed Big kinky bruised arse of evening Lunar albinism of bright black clouds A…
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Weeping at the Cenotaph, bitter as the cud
Looking out from the highest window Gaunt regiment of flayed trees girdling her lonely tower Purging stones, sins that cure, lonely dismal sinecure Sign it all away Walls her grandfather raised marked the barony Jericho’s opposite, high walls and many years since sounding trumpets Amidst the crowd yet apart from the whole, she haunts the…
Alchemisland 