Tag: poet
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Old Cat Counts Her Winters
Not a leaf as relief from the naked season Sapped of former lustre the fullheaded were strapping as saplings Each thing in its season, springing forth wintering down Sometimes emerging and sometimes not No more trips after the first frost The undressed world How the round of the hills crystalled with frost ruddies watching cheeks…
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Pool and Pork
My punches are wit dimmers that make you need wet dinners Head off like a wick trimmer, fist tremors chin split like syndicate winners Piss rank the poor public pool in disrepair, piss sour air, pouring the chloriners In slim slips her sins shine her lips, swims in it up to her tits, shocking other…
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Bedfellows
Postered walls no postered bed, it isn’t Balmoral Goldfish finds Atlantis in a reef of plastic coral Fairy lights blue the tank but the old water is sorrel Sorry to the fish inside I find that immoral But now is not the time for quarrel Cold to the touch a frost giant’s sprog I imagine…
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Last
Against chain link fences the impressed throngs Drink revelations, jet scream psalms, taking comfort stranger’s hand An orchestra suffering through a quartet of Discharge songs Why should I fight in their fucking wars They declare it My body forms an X in front of the brightest sight since creation Unutterable effulgence, the melting agent At…
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Cutting An Avenue
Love’s impossible gauntlet The Duke is sick from gimlets In bed he slumps a gauntling Around him a nightgaunt’s fret Another will not allow such play as he let The man he drank to run weighed down like a guitar fret He stayed in one room of his house as if the rest was haunted…
Alchemisland 