Tag: poetry
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Neglected antiquities
Sage-healed wounds, though creation-conducive, proved inconclusive A sickly field all that remains perusably revealed of that place Strewn brick, fallen masonry, sprayed wit between teenager’s names Ruins age greened. Amidst scree, portions of faces yet pristine A remarkable austerity What of once-golden Rome Time permitted posterity The wind remembers when walls blocked this easy passage.
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Type test
Playful, still a shark though Whole fleet’ll clog lanes if we don’t carpool Kaboom, besiege your place, Gordon at Khartoum Pull up make that nice Saloon car your tomb Harpoon you, red as Barsoom You slid like a drunk off a barstool To the road from the stalled car Taz-twisters of acrid smoke played above…
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Ghostfeeder
Bricks from a derelict famine cottage Were used in the construction of my wall I have come to believe that action is the source of it all. “These are reprieves” I have been told by three priests, None of whom were acquainted, “For hungry ghost’s are ancient.” After the Master’s performance, everything else seemed quaint.…
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Flogging the workhorse
Unproductive days of overconducted fun. Timetabled raves. Even our evening hour sordid orgies needed taster plates; Whether plastic or paper plates were better For a bits table she intended to set up outside Dormitorio Del Leather Surely unprobed depths exist yet. I will delve better. The recipients of my “too-insistent” twelve letters demand me fettered.…
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Thin places
My foetid mind Sprouts to impotent life Like a dying lighter’s coaxed light Smoked so much kush I’m left a shell impression, a ghost ship. Behind my eyes, the killing potion of my emotionless ghost light. The post-light of goat worship managed my backslide.
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