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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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Revival Play
Rivers moling their way to Jules Vernes’ internal oceans Their frothed commotions roused by monsters like Komodos Bred with Kodos From outside our Cosmos The King wears purple to attend the Gala, his stall farther forward than others The King in Yellow will be performed, the King in Yellow is in attendance His visible attendants…
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Catnap
Shomrim of your slumbering form Our seomra close set Stars like stuck confetti Smoke as from the tophet grate swirls like incense about Aaron’s censer Shogun of the low hedged garden Warden of the retarded. Sun sheds in Schönbrunn yellow A mellow undercoat, as under custard You have lost no lustre My love not lost…
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Midday Execution
I am to be hanged outside the Tholsel Judged drunk disorderly Last meal no lasagna Not a sausage sandwich Me thinker ordered lozenges No chance the rope spares the tonsils A royal pain in my asshole I have befriended the orderlies Sean, Neil and Sandra We speak twilight language Good hosts to good hostage No…
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Cafe Days
The other day I watched a bargirl carrying a precarious pile of ashtrays When returning reverie struck, of my days working in cafes Happy rage equal expansive, rounded chin short of handsome Furtive as a stray yet bold as a peacock, easily led astray I was at that age.
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Chimere A Minute
My urge is like something from the stuck-fast back pages of Rochester Bestiary: Dolphin man with rabbit scut, an elephant upon cart wheels, a fish that is hairy A destrier with human hands makes a poor equestrian sportsman Easy to be the best archer when the target is large William Burroughs’ books born moment of…
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SEA
Sea full of sharks and sailor’s shits. Our passage raise foam like fits. Twin arches shell clad an ocean M, The water in its stocks. Salt and stingray’s serrated estocs.
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Fly
Fly, are you even among your number heralded As one vigorous, swift, imperative. How dash thee to and fro just shy of my whip Educated wrist, slick; and yet you slip