Tag: poet
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Stars laughing
Madness of dogs Glory-hogging stars, boxes full of faraway Grenfell fires Burning churches of a bell-less age, fateful as starfall these strange days Cards fanned prophetically across the table’s forked-clay velvet coverlet A palm extended expectant, silver slapped like cash-strapped Judas Recalls fates, later days, marital arrangements Pertinent dates, whether death awaits Faraway or closer…
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shitsea
Water the colour, smell and thickness of fresh manure Minus the bit of warmth that makes it endurable Land’s incurable ailments pale and fade upon sailing Nothing to a soul failing braces like leaning on the railing Feeling the healing spray on one’s face, losing sight of the bay Further out, further like a stray…
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fall1n
Take that it’s faceflat Floor of a mate’s flat Acme trap, flat as that Flat as a yoga mat Face white as low fat yoghurt Everyone there was frozen Thinking I’d gone to open-armed Odin Most took one two most, I gobbled a dozen My stomach was rumbling, it was hot as an oven Ask…
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Took all my drugs
Smoked enough so much to look tough Room looked gassed, coughing laughing Until my lungs collapsed like a chair Under a fat ass How dare you suggest We cut class like a cutlass and spend the day Doing class shit, living fast, smoking grass One lump of black hash full of plastic We smoke it…
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Needlecamel
Snorted all the festive gloaming from inside the globe Then faceplanted like a pensioner in the snow Knackered and gnashers brittle with gurning and rattling Like armies armoured in plaque and enamel were battling Given my score, camel through a needle Me to heaven, considering past batteries Fuck that, I barrel roll through the hole…
Alchemisland 