Tag: spilled poem
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Succumbing
Slowing succumbing to disease Dying like a foodless by milelong inches My arm tireless, years holding up horizons, winches in the wishes All my bitches wicked-witted witches, feeding firstborns to Crom Cauldron alive with ritual rudiment, bubbles popping zits before prom Violated flesh wining Law inviolate Her in violet Love in violent keys.
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Old king’s thoughts
Fog settling on barrow downs, holes for old kings I am an old ship’s remnant hull, full of old things High and grounded, looking down wingless angel The world below me raging like an ape volatilated By a net’s embrace, my finger along gilded cage’s bars Something to mark that Midas was here Through grilled…