Tag: spilled poem
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Faded face in a freize
A frieze’s face faded, a Nessus, some equine ancient Taking hands patiently recommending themselves Prying healing and divine benefit. Splitting hairs Daylight’s destriers slaughtered carelessly Kingship and horseblood.
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Ya still training?
Practice makes practice makes How did you get here? Practice, mate Reading the Bible, codes I’m cracking Eagle at my side, never catch lacking See a mate I haven’t seen in ages Asks me whether I’m still training Does not my drained appearance give indication Which of life’s stations I might nation now Whether that…
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So many bricks it’s the pits
Plug I don’t know says he can get me four bricks Mulling it over, dental stick, he’ll even give me a lift Says he’s got a friend living short shrift from here House by the shore, he can sort us with good gear Fear a mind killer, I’ve got the mind of a holy one…
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Release party
I’m just out the county jail, there since ‘86 Drink was taken, eyes were vacant although ag féachaint Arrested naked under Halley’s Comet Seeing faeries dancing, Charles Bonnet syndrome Slathered in vomit, slammed down onto bonnet by officers Driven back to the station, cuffed and impatient in cups clubbed Drubbed with truncheons and towelled phonebooks…
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Stillorgan
Looking at her aura like I’m watching a film in the Stillorgan Ormonde Coming out, orienting finding the tip of Viscount Lord Allen’s Obelisk Walking through Glenalbyn, snapshot memories Old photo album perambulated Shuttered swimming pool where I won my only ever sports medal Once cut my foot getting into the pool on the metal…
Alchemisland 