Tag: spilled ink
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Babies
In family way after rolling in grass with a classy soldier from Galway Needled in a haystack, crack packed with man wax Wiping hay off each other’s backs, tells her he’s recalled to action Cleopatra and Marc Antony before Actium, affection in anguish Branding each other with elegant irons, defiant despite fate’s impliancy Tossing fresh…
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Tara of the Kings
Smoking joints in the trenches surrounding Tara Barring Yank crowds and cawing crows no sounds Snakeless pre and post-Patrick, Catholic mythmaker Using shamrocks to illustrate Christian hat tricks Patron saint of patience waiting on eighths High samhraidh on Tara’s hills, Dowth-surrounded Bizzarre visions, ancestral visitations, cognitive invasions Solar placement, erection without precedent We see them,…
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Jean’s genes
I remember when my mother used to hold me When the world revolved around me, Ptolemy Even close to breast I was lonely, disposition stoney Now I’m older I’m even stonedered, Ireland’s highest high king Out hiking feeling like a violent virulent viking, Silkenbeard’s minting Phone screen down in case it’s a side ting Google…
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Stymy those syllables
Don’t get hung up, might get strung up One more word you’ll never earn young’s antonym You’ll never mutter at the first wrinkle in the mirror Fucked with a nutter and got murdered When I talk, never have to ask if I stuttered When you talk, it’s speak up, you muttered Bleeding out in the…
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Out tonight seeing everything
Flicking through the Picatrix half six triple six Glass filled with miraculous admix, mirabilis Mind a whorling Dervish Charybdis It’s like I’m in the temple, how many virgins I’m here to get my trix and I’m out, bouncing Vercingetorix footing it along the Styx, imprisoned year six Caesar’s edicts Gaul’s hauser housed by boughs once…
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