Tag: poet
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Convinced of the paranormal by orbs
Tell yourself captured dust motes are phantoms of men smoten Moths embarking past ringcams in fact seraphs, as you described In the illustrious company of the Kilmacud Paranormal Investigators The leaflet read, letters spooling and gothic: Meeting today, half past eight PE hall, Queen of Angels school All welcome, don’t be late Biscuits, baked cakes…
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Mars in Gemini
Mars in Gemini I do not march out No rogue samurai Moving carefully, slowly. I prise apart Who calls faint of heart Alexander, who marched The world known’s breadth And found it insufficient.
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The strength (one day more)
Smasher of Pangea Increate, grant strength To rip myself from bed And claw way to work Panacea, melancholy’s antidote Grail overflowing with serotonin. Something niggling away inside me, ingrown nail Thinking myself a failure, to mockers abeyant Hidden fire, pyre strength alike which London undid, paling That bridge falling down, famously Falling with it, watertaking…
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What the nobles did during battle
Lesser lords haunting hillrounds, by ruins of ancient tin mines Taking soundings before they ride At a French upbraiding and routing, own cowardice defying Cry havoc houndsflee, uprising in saddles with newfound spines A councillor allowed will always a councillor be I renounce all council, none else concocts my cockatrician dreams.
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Telling paramours tomorrow’s battle plans
Hoi polloi cider-joyed and kingringed lordlings eiderdowned Cavorting under one roof, hearthfires zenith to a point A bored portal around which scrawl Esculent-redolent miasms lingering like kicked dogs Spasming phantasms in Caesar seizures Grog, groping, the mind fogging. Yawning eyes to awning’s eaves attention pay Adam’s eyes to Eve, morning of the sixth day Night…
Alchemisland 