Tag: solar
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In the solar
Mugging the sun at knifepoint. Up close, in the pocket with Apollo, Until my cooked eyes run like liquid birds from cloven eggs. Black as old potbottoms, no more than shell holes, Issuing listless smoke in storm-redolent spirals.
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The hateful sun’s tongueblistering hymns
To taste the SunSon, I sucked vinegar and blood from the sponge A cackling Roman forced the wincing Christ to suck for succour. Older than the bog’s butter the names I must mutter Dark splutters which muster summonable others. When She sings, however shrilly, leathery wings begin to flutter In some divorced and gushing void…
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Apartment side
Oven hot inside despite My ringbearer insisting she turned off the heating first thing This evening upon her arrival home We’re Irish and raingrown, both groaning “It’s roasting!” Moaning non-stop, shirtless and sweating I’d bet this is a sign of the end, if I did betting The world had its day, nice wedding with confetti…
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Back Again
Wroth to these puffins, beaking in the beakless place Breaking into the breakless place, the face That smiles between ages, the sages haste To his fabled grace, his blood the greatest grape His sap the wine of Spring, his lap the lamb’s nape His lance the rape and ruin of complacent evil Wicked cities will…
Alchemisland 