Tag: poetblr
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Feel it in my bones
Evil in my marrow, in my gore, inheriting the impaler’s title Vision narrows like a foreshortening arrow before goring your visor I’m awake with the owls and foxes Moon like a stained glass copy of itself Head in a box, no return address to doxx Now comes the hour, this time is ours Cock that…
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Dogged onward
No practice breaking records Call this a new era, new chapter Get my news from Al Jazeera Get my views from scrying mirror Bagheera talking to me, Rudyard Kipling interspecies conversating If I spell checked your document don’t tell people we’re cooperating The docket’s dates and names are faked, doctored, Stalin’s operative Photoshopped out of it…