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Why Eyed A Wake
All the sheep I need to count to sleep bounced, they’re asleep in the big house Not a mouse; not a peep throughout the keep, save windswept leaves Dragged along barbican flags, my shackled hands inherit keys Freed, I release myself Fleeing my dank dwelling, leaving for sweet freedom A beacon the sucked sweet moon…
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Ignatius
At the sight of your tired writhing My capsized heart writhes alive Love enprides my foetid breast My cat’s head tilting, at rest Like a stressless feline dressed in gold Stretched leisurely on Bastet’s temple steps, of old; Of all guileful felines, you I hight best
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Ample
A looming light-spewing moon Like one of Molly Malone’s freckled boobs Loosed from tube, displayed, on view, By means of a carriage’s movement
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BAKELITE STAYALIVE
Rivers the colour of energy drink Self-replenishing disease delivery systems All manner of enervating agues Aches, ailments, mayhem-causing lurgies In menacing ringfenced factories Hooded peons ply blighting mancies They triumph in plastic fantasy In the uncanny valley duality of facsimile Learning the ritual value Of witch-valued simulacrum Overhead a drubbed sky draped In vague, hinted…
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Havoc with my sinuses
Cold that pains the cheeks My creaking knees croak easterly breeze Dreams tease Feigning ease of achievement Here, in flame-embattled forest Pyres ate the petalled, chagrinning florists This horrid world curdles the florid Words my quill hurls hopefully We followed that trail of ruination We did not stay long, or ruminate Upon the insensate devastation …
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