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Sally liquidwrists
Her coat still on Giving a soapy handjob to a bearded John Wheel of fortune, wagon wheels, deodorant; let ’em roll on She says “Goodnight mister.” Forget the Tom City looks bombed A sense of eerie, unwanted calm Drink to her pain A miraculous balm.
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LABWORK ROADMAN
Chatty man, can get catty My rock lands, the window shatters “It’s me, Cathy.” Her voice but it’s the fiend from the shadows Smoking on that taffy out of Cathay Green as the Elysian fields in Athenry.
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Dorothy Eady
Like Moses, Dorothy Eady Found herself waking up amongst reeds Recalling old lives in Ancient Egypt As an esteemed member of a revered priesthood, out east Hit her head so badly her ears were bleeding Doctors doubted she would recover Despite her parents’ pleading An old soul in a new shell Didn’t care who believed…
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Mutecute
A bite, fuck portion size Contorting and devil cavorting beneath nightskies Brazen fiend with no disguise save his guileful lies Something light, nice and tasty OTO lightcakes maybe What a bake sale that was, baby Rabies, frothing mainly at the labia Breathing laboured Like a roughed up Lion Tamer Short king, David Teymur.
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Slapping a blind lion
In the lake next to me lives a plesiosaur Which I always thought sounded like the name of a Gaeilgeoir You might meet up in Donegal near Grianán of Aileach, the fort I’m going to walk the frigid shore, planning on sailing North No stopping until Hyperborea, and Aquilonian resorts Take my hide-shored boat deep…
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