Tag: poetry
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Tonight, the moss-flagged Church of Outside hosts high mass for skeletons in eyemasks; congregants like sleepers halfway through redeye flights
Know you heard though, part of my herd Unsettling like Merzbow Belushi and me merged my party endurance Feared in this eircode, shit stirring, the bane of turncoats Beard like a stole, flecked with auburn strokes like Autumn’s first hope Big neck from pig injections, Mr Burst Rope Blick hitter, in black and white books…
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Unwashed feet marks out the betrayer
Persistent inquiries about what time Jesus’s due to arrive Had to demand that Judas in the vanback stop asking As it was distracting my fast driving, straight track to disaster Seemed nervous, that bastard Masking something but never thought to ask what or why 30 racks a Christ price, lips him to mark the right…
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A painting, now lost, of the goat-aided birth of Vercingetorix
Won’t let halves go to waste No straight lines, coke shape arcuate Single hay taste starts art creation; one chord only needed to dance Spare nails for Tate hanging Uncork the man, not from Cork Born nearer D4 before 4 using silver forks.
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The original tapes
Oh, she said, grabbing her shabby chair’s armrest Seemingly startled from rest Linked charms clinking behind her thrice-darned dress Hardly a moment outside my gaze (feigned or true duress?) She went to the pond, didn’t she? She did seem stressed Rewind the scene with a button press, humming machines That place whose unsafety so vexed…
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Carfax Abbey cracked For Sale sign
Moving out the flat into a castle Like Dracula moving backwards Feelings hard to capture after I’ve had a half capsule We can laugh about this after, once the tap’s through Two pills red-rinded what kind I don’t know One to fill me now, another to fulfil me tomorrow Filling hollows with powdered sorrow Take…
Alchemisland 