Tag: smoking
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tepid
Your style tepid, crude, unfit for the throne My style rude lines writ upon a bone God’s name sounds like a gurgled groan My fortune teller a blind crone Two hundred years living alone Ask her to tell me where I’m going She reads my palm, turns pale as foam Sends me away, won’t take…
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Afraid to stop drugging
If I stopped taking my medicine Will it get boring Will I get reticent and stop exploring It is part of my magic mixture I want more than I deserve And what I deserve’s already surplus Walk in clad in furs, plush, calling me sir Last time I lashed out Dresden got burnt But today…
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OBSESSED
Puddled at own feet day’s end Evening disease day dreads dreaming Tree-threading breeze whispering secrets, slithering forth from Djinn sleep Strange things creeping below ocean cream, dead dreaming Knock boxbottom armchair arm to pop one Ox stubborn persist smoking despite doctor’s insistence stopping Coughing everytime I take a lungful Melville who captured best obsession’s gluttony.…
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What I learnt from Nessus
Player of games, ancient of days Work in poker, can’t even play Maintain ways of surviving, even thriving Dividing and conquering, wearing disguises Divine walking mortal, sharing horizons with nobody. No lies exist Everything iteration of mind, infinite variation Tongues desiring to know words from faraway lands No scarcity of misunderstanding at home No shortage…
Alchemisland 