Tag: poet
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Seeing what should not be seen
I spy her naked, unchaste Furtive as only the bitten and chased are. A beautiful fairy lady Her hair shell-trailed is raven sable Long necked and strange Not unlike a craning bittern Always scowling like an ill tempered Master examining a confiscated diagram. In a lake bathing, silt-tailed Her wake this sylph a silver surf…
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The classics
Like some Tesla tether How well She conducts herself For one sent from Hell solely to succubise my life, And torment me away from myself; Her illusion dispelled, courtesy the thyrsus I wielded Purse of my vision filled like a mugger’s fist at her unshielded I saw well what the flexile well of the mirror…
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Fly
Skin another mask that’s worn Torn paper sky in storm aspect A mass of balled warnings Firmament, just another awning Nothing stopped by bawling You chose to go forth crawling Fisher of souls, must be trawling How many spirits trapped in my craw.
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Hauberk
Alleged leftist militias ‘must be pacified’ If the Nation Ship’s course be righted Hoarse with fright, relationships strained Stained raiments on all white knights.
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Spoiled brat
Schooner’s big wake, no big wait Text early enough today it’ll be on the way before the bus driver changes For mystique, venom-gozzying drake in waxed teak at the helm of the spaceship Francis Drake at the head facing Asia Going through hell to get you off your melon, doses to the face Emoting onto…
Alchemisland 