Tag: poet
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No room at the inn of my bunker
All the things I’ve seen, how I’m not mad a Marian miracle Thank Granddad for my grandiloquence, flick off the spent ash Move my head like I was avoiding the cast of a slick peltast I might be dyslexic but those ominous letters spell disaster Get out of here now and not after, provisions loaded…
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River rider who neither
Slim sliver, arrested development Silver as a slim elver slithering upriver Bound for a rendezvous with the salmon Salar Ballard how I protest the charge that I’m not a Child of God In a rush, shoal don’t slow, eager to reach the nursery Like a breached levee how quickly they uplevel Starting tiny but by…
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Rising ice age
More mistresses than the busy river has fishers More bitches than the ice caps have fissures And inuits getting fingered in igloos, har-poon Made friends with a walrus, use his tusks to open tins Land of frost, black toes the cost, smell of rot Neverhot sun blinding, everwinter ragnarok reminding So cold even my mind…
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Maligning annals
You call me unready, I say ill-advised My council are the one’s unwise Yet history untiring cites my ripeness And inaptitude for the primacy Those maligning annals On illuminate vellum Whose margins sport animals.
Alchemisland 