Tag: spilled ink
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Relics of dawner days
Keepsakes of days you want to remember Though you’re sure you’d recall them anyway A ticket stub fondled to illegibility The only one you ever felt was eligible You didn’t know whether she felt it herself You didn’t think to ask Because you’re selfish So you thought of yourself In all things saw yourself So…
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Stars laughing
Madness of dogs Glory-hogging stars, boxes full of faraway Grenfell fires Burning churches of a bell-less age, fateful as starfall these strange days Cards fanned prophetically across the table’s forked-clay velvet coverlet A palm extended expectant, silver slapped like cash-strapped Judas Recalls fates, later days, marital arrangements Pertinent dates, whether death awaits Faraway or closer…
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shitsea
Water the colour, smell and thickness of fresh manure Minus the bit of warmth that makes it endurable Land’s incurable ailments pale and fade upon sailing Nothing to a soul failing braces like leaning on the railing Feeling the healing spray on one’s face, losing sight of the bay Further out, further like a stray…
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fall1n
Take that it’s faceflat Floor of a mate’s flat Acme trap, flat as that Flat as a yoga mat Face white as low fat yoghurt Everyone there was frozen Thinking I’d gone to open-armed Odin Most took one two most, I gobbled a dozen My stomach was rumbling, it was hot as an oven Ask…
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Took all my drugs
Smoked enough so much to look tough Room looked gassed, coughing laughing Until my lungs collapsed like a chair Under a fat ass How dare you suggest We cut class like a cutlass and spend the day Doing class shit, living fast, smoking grass One lump of black hash full of plastic We smoke it…
Alchemisland 