Tag: poet
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With a capital C
John Milius Far from an idiot Born a barbarian, see a village then pillage it Something of the old world about me, the classical I keep the pillars lit, dancing flames flit and flicker like evening linnets Counting down minutes until I can go outside Drowning my fries in apple cider vinegar Double portion, two…
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Smokepath to Skybrick Redoubt
Law’s grip, drip all stretch clothes but they always rip Stretch those, growing but it’s not prize winning roses It’s those snowballs you turn into opals, open up shróns Like a nosegay for the plague ward, but I’m slippery, the ghost They know me by my livery, clipped delivery, doing deliveries Making too much noise,…
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On the mountaintop struggling to plant my flag due to the presence of sub-ground elephant skeletons
Shuteyed on my recliner Trying to rebuild the ego that died Star-predated night Dark eating light leaking Skylight visions of fist-hungry cuntlike Christwounds against twilit vistas Pilot was twisted on drinks, no mixers Pilate fixed on the flickering image of tripled sixes Visitors knock twice so I know they’re not spies She walked in just…
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Using the Chronovisor to watch Joan of Arc showering
My God, boy, have you seen the time? Between dog and wolf, a sky like wine An uneven, manmade skyline Concrete towers, pylons, things undivine But you have my attention undivided Let us go, now or later, I am pliant No, let us go now, before we retire Already I am feeling tired. Tonight, let…
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Weed ash Mithrandir grey
On sight We’re on sites Hard hat requirement tget inside, Oddjob Odd jobs, new tricks this old codger I can paint, plant, split logs New cob, odd swan Taking multiple partners but always been an outsider artist Everyday a new few bob to put away Two banks: shovel and mattress No thanks, shove it up…
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