Tag: poet
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Time’s cruel lessons Her crude astuteness lessens Whip as tutor Skip as future Hit, pass, passable suture Irascible, they found my chances laughable To a vaster future I cast my polluting lantern And the illusion’s band snaps, revealing a chanceful cavernous. The golden illusion of brass at first ravishes But changes at blatancy’s range like…
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PAINTINGS. I’ve done some. Do you want to buy them? (Yes, please, thank you)
Yesterday was my 34th birthday. I was born, at half twelve noon, in Holles Street hospital in Dublin, Ireland. If you’d like to support me and gimme filthy lucre so that I can continue writing loads of insufferable poetry, why not buy a painting or, even better, tell your painting-obsessed (rich) friends about me: https://www.adverts.ie/pictures-paintings/opal-portal-painting/40692890…
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Some ungodly, should-be-upshuttered hour Found me shuffling like a gout sufferer through town’s tenements Abuse blue clouds confused Apollo’s endowments Her musical voice sharp pointed as a weapon Only more pleasant; a dirk velvet-curtained A curt muse. An enthused muezzin Is she An answered prayer Or a call to prayer?
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RING SELECTION
No initiate symbols or handshake ringpulls Far from how you were raised, that finery. They want me confined, simple Slight light as from a dying Kindle at night Sliced her sleep-fighting face magpie pied. Gabber on at piping-hot-mouthed gatling gun speeds Rat on me I’ll stab you deep Fratlike need, I’m flatlining bags of speed…
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Marrying a beetle
My stem web-filmed Three night’s sleepless Sneak in an easing blend between Coke lines widthed like Elephant knees Chain like Goliath’s bike Ring selection, Mordorine Perp tank border drive Purp ganj tore me borderline My eyes warning fires. Courting sentences I’m at the Spire guiding The buyers. A sidewalk spider Of spilled gutrot cider contented…
Alchemisland 