Tag: poet
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Our lady of the cinders
She’s the only one for me Her singular soul a source Left one rose Blood dripped from her nose This one’s a sniffer, spends all her dole On single glass slippers Hoping the Prince won’t notice, witness How she kneels as if asking forgiveness in the shop of a priest, sinless. Got the bends in…
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Salted beautiful
Across the table She blocks a shot, as only lacrosse players are able Decisions to make like the end of an episode of First Dates Menu perusal offers a flimsy stasis; The man I scored against during our Christmas truce Tomorrow I will aim blow away. This month, too many stars in Mars to avoid…
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A yellow heath
The yellow glow of rude health Dried blood barcodes my face Colourless all red, save slight eyewhite Like a patch of grass-pocked snow in a ditch the sun never hits I live there and always will Stem which never wilts finally gives. If I scream she will think me less manly and I will leave…
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Between the kings
The betwixt, the between The liminal middle, Fiddler’s Green. An aeon of interregnum The way of the splayed rectum, that icon we pray on A preyed-upon Queen pregnant by a sable wolf Unhorned vikings honed by gelid terrains Wolftwinned during Skooma highs Celebrants dressed for ceremony, rejoicing His eminence He who made everything, see imagination…
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Untraceable someone
The unwelcome hotbloodedness summoner Strolled up to my low garden wall and droned drolly I alone prove how nothing changes My aching bones and wet cake face My noisome knees and bundy roll fingers salient-caked Like the boot of Tommy who ate it Bought it, the bullet, or mortar in this case, on whose case…
Alchemisland 