Tag: poet
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Upright Now
Nothing nice about sobriety Christ, I miss the highness When it rained, I realized my crown was made of paper It sagged, warped, then melted away, my pride faded I was getting faded daily Hacking up stubborn lugies then mortaring them over the railing Every day toking cutting down the tree of me The worms…
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Cutting down
Use used be nightly Like the donning of a nightie The kicking off of street-scummed Nikes The removal of contacts from an eye What it saw? Ask George Bataille The reed, the leaf, the weed used make me feel nice Sure, the anxiety was crippling but the flow state was mighty Now I must drink…
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Nosing bonkerdust
In front of a scratched, displeasing mirror Taking diminished white off keys Bag demolished in one minute Bits to keep us safe, and warm this winter When it is gelid, historically Nights on, striving to keep sleep off Place’s safety in my keeping Trying to rouse myself awake, fending off sleeping demons Who make bold…
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Nodding Off
Inviting all to stop and view it with unhooked jaw Choreographing their last dances, the loons Bright enough to deny night, this time My poems are writ, my teeth shining A bed so big, entering requires climbing I am a habit creature to the bone My sleepgoing a matter of precise timing I sit down…
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One for everyone (audience)
Though I publish often, few who read remain glued to seats Walking quiet, rubbish-strewn streets at witchhyper three Clockhands that time denoting poised to free A fireball, flames blue and green Call that mixture cyan, you see I listened to a podcast, since removed from BBC About dicyanin dye enabling soldiers to see Ghosts and…
Alchemisland 