Tag: poetry
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Cloverdose
Used wear minks, Now she’s dressing from minging Clothes banks. Gozzing up glowing mucous in a rank futuristic jacks Sin’s interest exceeds its initial tax No more dolling up, emptied her closets, sold every rack, Every thread. Burden heavy as a crownweighted head, her cracking back Fit to break refusing to give, day after day.…
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Twist
I’ve got speed dial numbers, influenced unders, Brinks plunder Amount of cash this stinking ash brings Smoking hash, every finger banded by fancy rings If the smell lingers, like the fanny of a tinker, There’s bleach under the sink. Don’t need fixing Don’t need tinkering Fingering her asshole dirtied my pinkyring.
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Scipio was the first man in Rome to shave daily
Life lived stewardless Nine Inch Nails student Head and heart enholed, like the lobe of a pierced cluas Honking glue from Londis bags at Central Bank, nodding off on a Luas Drooling onto a Colombia jacket Wrigley’s packet blue Passengers laughing, might have pissed her pants. Shit hot fella, trying to steal a teenager’s bag.…
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Where are you?
Overwritten save Her, assuredly, in her usual place, only different, replaced; Her body a listed vacancy Her given soul a guest Flaying December, duress. Months without undressing. Vagrancy. In her spacious eye’s emptiness, Swinging cats, Shotput stance, Encountering no resistance.
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Poetry making wound
I am here, my fractured mind. The page still plain, Me, in wait beside the bait Praying, that words will be captured after a time; That something to match my mood can be made However rudely, however vain, however distasteful. On and on and on, until a tennis ball dawn’s Drawn on a saunter-haunted floor,…
Alchemisland 