Tag: poet
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Spell for Wealth
Only pure burnt spud dark expunges what I’ve done I am the armoured shark Who swims the pissy sea of the sun Belly full of license plates and surfer’s arms. Night lunges like an unsighted tiger I know what must be done But generous stars must be in place Before the knife can be plunged.
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Foliage
Ox-eyed at her foxlike Her flight-tossed hair Was hawk’s eye or bauxite and was like A honeysuckle jaundice-budded hugging a citadel of exhausting height. Above a Dublin flooded, struggling to stay above History’s weight, unphrased love’s doveshape hovers. Creation is never phased but the man is brittle as a manifestation; What man can a kingdom…
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The cure
Hours and days In arrested daze Induced some hitherto-glueshut effusive In shooting, rooting May’s replacement A statue living on the fumes of stale praise Long idle, at apathy’s sanction Can find with time ample pride even in rust I want us To smash all the idols That we might Bridle the dust. The tide can…
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Wading moonvision
So bright one might Think anointed king’s coins Upon one’s lidded eyes foist; The choiceless moon Spoon hued, lullaby-voiced Melted spatula silver Her thrilling vernacular was live magic spectacular, delivered perfectly Judged earnestly, with the quick and enviable courtesy of a Pericles. Exaggerated, vernal, purple-saturated, speculum cold, and infernal Always-told the tale she lived; nailed…
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Homemade ogre mask
Every sense mine excited Sentbydivine scentlines Will guide my neon-heightened Triumph’s nigh on silent march through Irish Zion. Pirate-scion my corrupted blood a must-hunt lion. Around the shadow-marched marshine back Of a formidable Hawksmoor church Nazarene-lacking, bricked black I rip an apple bong of sapping, pongy exhaust before heading back inside I can lack a…
Alchemisland 