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Nap maps to the undertow
Going to the shaggy beech As my peace-cleaving fast-receding dreams beseech When a leached moon has the dolmen cap painted peach A night when bold evil does not deign to retreat at the utterance of Jesus Floods of underground butter, hidden runnels imp-tunnelled Pulsing with blood-flooding warthunder, delving deep going under.
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Custard creams in custody
I don’t care what they do to me, I lost my stake Like Van Helsing’s best weapon broke off in Dracula’s ribcage Duly traded duty and chance at change, for jewellery and short term gain Like a Judas traitor, lost my way, same moment a thousand ways until I changed my fate.
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Hexbottle
Demons and upheavals, rushing up from a breach A jar of teeth buried on a Dorset beach A mummified cat dustily tugged from the snug Of some medieval trade hub Blood and pain exchanged for something like fame That’s the trade up you can make From the rusty trailer where I labour In lusty disgrace,…
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Howlstrength
An albin moon wave-causing Looming absorbing moonhowler calls Soul black as razed earth in the disgraced church Abandoned since the days of infamed hangman Thomas Galvin, this gaff Dressing like a mason, stressing intonations to turn the worm in my favour.
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Project you are on your own
Funeral dirges sounding As our so-called leaders retreat to ground Redoubts drilled so far down the thin denizens who will henceforth Will eat from tins and subsist on medicines Hear nothing when the nuke show astounds No evidence whatsoever that anything went down Last hold outs Growing old young in steel cask holdfasts Urgent last…
Alchemisland 