Tag: poetry
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OrganIck
Tight knit, knitting needle pierced your eye Carved you up, like three were having pie Bisected you while you were still alive. Scarlet gloves rummaged inside. Playing gin rummy to quiet my running mind, considering suicide They want to catch me, and they really try; Knowledgeable salmon, to their flies I’m wise, Coyote I’ve got…
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Meal prep 101
Bodies in my fridge Butchering a whole back into easily prosecutable rib racks. Cubed, minced, acid-rinsed, half hacked up in my kitchen, by the sink Bags starched and stiff as moon flags with old blood. Huge drags, no old blunts. Owl eyes all blood. Moon oldbloods sing. A sink I sometimes clog. Remaking earlier plates,…
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Scoffers set a city aflame, but the wise turn away wrath
Only lung defiling kief imbibing invites The ear cupping hands of Silence to settle. Violent, enrioted city of my mind Ground littered with wheezing canisters, Sharp having rent upon impact; artlike, sharkbackish. Brackish puddles with gamma-glow; Evidence they successfully discharged Their hilarious, uproarious payloads. My head instead call it when yelling Upsetter My Day-Glo manuscripts,…
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When the armor-bearer saw that Saul was dead, he too fell on his sword and died with him
She’s got more secrets for me to keep than Marnie by the sea Lately I’ve been exploring grief, Manchester by the Sea Emerging pruned and tear-bruised from hourlong showers Getting off my crestfallen chest The particulars of that death Forever etched upon my coin-edge memory Detailing that incitement, which I hight chief ‘mongst chemical glees…
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FondonLields
No qualms about stealing your alms Stones for cameras, codes for alarms Before it, get stoned, does no harm Shit’s second nature, system disarmed From northside estates To gated places for the elevated Down to Killarney I control the drugs, old minister like Harney Spending most time outside, like a carney Let dice decide, card…
Alchemisland 