Tag: poetry
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Drink my Nightmares
Love the nightmares I strangle to submission Dip out promising won’t be long, back breathless and bloodstained after the intermission Flyblown meats I dangle in the dormers of my mission house wrinkle snouts Tastedlemon mouths like Olive Oil’s arms when peril or harm rears, bouts Of amnesia punctuated by dreams of missing teeth and feet…
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Pry Vice Eye See
No demarcation point between public and private, doorless toilet I call poetry Trousers banding my knees as I evacuate my guts From doorframe turtlesnap apertures squeeze shut.
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Projection or Reflection
I’m seeing myself reflected in art I see In the gallery, panting with shock I am near seizure There I am hidden in a Bosch painting Below a bulbed onion dome, dark-eyed demons forcing a flail up my parted arse.
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Ambitious
Moderate white whale, one thing not to fail at the first Whole life a farce, my art won’t last alas They sense my thirst, fleeing or aversion is their urge Like I disturbed the watering hole, burst forth foaming girthy-jawed from virgin earth.
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Naked Poetry
I’ve gone far coasting on disregarding remarks from those I mark daft Deft nibbed I pen my sentence and bend a gavel, glimpses of glinting diamonds hinting perfection in between The lines haunting my mind, a sense of dark divinity confined to doorless infinity Increasing obscenity of my dreams begin questioning my sanity All is…
Alchemisland 