Tag: shorts
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On Foot
I move from my zone to the outlands, the woods I don’t sink into the loam, Loma footwork the works the words Black pudding sky with budgie yellow stars budged to Earth unkneeling Unveil a budget pale with old debt, scan the day’s deaths unfeeling My miseries come in waves, my ship is always keeling…
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Grail Rituals
Quad six shave a six, walking down pilgrimage Soot black flag to which my loyalties fixed From burning rivers I draw my waters Rites in a cave until someone caught us Ritually slaughtering members of dawn chorus We floored it, devil and lawmen in hot pursuit Give them the boot to lick, my loot glints…
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Skip Forward
Dial in on a certain midnight frequency The moon’s lease is one night long Don’t go in the water around Liberty City Big spiky hair rivalling Liberty’s lady on Ellis Island Don’t mind the talkies but prefer ones with violence Skip forward to the gory bits In dreams I’m seeing unicorns In ye I’m seeing…
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