Tag: poet
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The emerald-eyed knight whose soul was straight and true as arrowflight dies smiling, surrounded by spearpoints and baleful fire, laughing at the Reaper who fears to be undermined
A scream from the dell we shall not hear again A strong current my presence seems to disturb Streams flowing upward, time playing in reverse Like a rock LP, so mom can find satanic words Naming the corpsesite before the river is dredged Racket skis leaving cryptid prints by its wet edge Lured, mothing toward…
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The World as written by Martin Amis
My debased art has no place in the academy That loud rejection followed me like a shadow One plant they ensured deadheaded before it gathered steam They were, to say it mildly, unkeen On my tear-painted snapshots of a Goddess’ rape By blur-draped wraiths Our fate I hate to say Is a thousand year reign…
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Sucking old egg and poison from a fallen angel’s briarspun forkedbeard
All day inside Backsliding, often one must do oneself kindness When I’m rhyming My consciousness creeps kite high Scraping my eye with a paper’s edge To attain the folded vision of legend Naming the bird before it is fledged Taming the wind before the arrow is fletched Seeing the empty spaces before she has fled…
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Rose screaming
Dreaming, dreaming of lost history Of self-antsizing cosmic mystery Of sawmouthed sirens Of event horizon tyrants Travelling tens of millions of miles Untired, cleaving a Byron sky Creamy stars whisking by To calm me, keep whiskey by All dark things astride tonight Abounding, bounding Pounding where they might.
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Short stories bore me
Flattened you on laps, lad Few slaps’ll wise your bap Waiting for trapped cerise to turn kelly green, rubberburn, too determined Nox spits spurting out the sump wets the rubble, in unhumble purple You’re getting fattened on rashers Don’t take the hump at the fact that I’m seeing so much grass like the cover of…
Alchemisland 