Tag: poets
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Bombposition
Nothing plain about Megiddo Farplain midway devil o’er fiddles Last day and first day reaching around Forces cleaving the blue of the air, the horsemen four aground A belfry with a tongueless bell, inside its shell a thing from hell, its servants girdled round. What will the end look like Suddenly, you’ll see it as…
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Farlorn
Feeling feelingless, she sags like a cut strings mannequin A framed picture of a happy memory she regrets, never trust a man again A woman’s skin, that woman, thin but far from thin skinned the old workboot Stretching leg to locker, hooks a prayer bead on her foot Pillow at her belly, comfort of mass,…
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Blockers
Reality blinker headphones sounding hypnotics, voodoos Reviewing astrological charts Wondering whether to attend a techno gig, As if we didn’t kill God and eat his corpse, As if we never ovened anyone at all, It’s as if nobody has read Yeats’ Second Coming Keep a bible in a freezer for a week then use it…
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Opposatia
Isle of horned females Pool of augmented horses, befinned squamous hippodrama Orchestra of opposites Facing audience, harp wielding cellist conducts Clumsy conductors plunk out nameless reels Mewling lion cornered by vengeful gazelle Wise man licks fish-burnt thumb and loses all knowledge When the music’s over I have to face the audience I have faith.
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House of my face
House of my face Sun facing dormer of the brow Refuge of my mind’s Defenestrated tongue Rind hued fires rust windowglass eyes Sun facing dormer of the brow My gothic mind is not a house of divers sprites rare Queer squamous roundbacked delights live not there One ghost lives there alone
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Mapless Codex
Howling crotals Mithraic exsanguination Extravasations of essential claret Screaming whistles Whistling slings pregnant with brow destined stones Fragments describing lost texts Imaginal codices Immense tracts containing nothing Digression within digression within digression Death As a prelude to Birth Intestines sweating in the fire Altar black from use