Tag: spilled poetry
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Judgement on the temple steps
He says to those assembled “See, how his lance’s handle trembles! Even at slaughter’s door He grabs the temple altar’s horns.”
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Riverbank burial
Swift end to a thankless life Rank bonestrewn midden of the Blanka-like Avanc Without anger or undue disgust, I dismembered your flank I bury you in the soft fertile mud of the riverbank That which stinks overmuch, and cannot sink, I stuff in sacks Parts of your gouged back I distribute, feeding you to the…
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Operating
My painted hands an alchemical operation’s scarlet stage Like I operated on a patient With blade separating, thy ennervating parts innervaded Innovating nerve endings into new things, fleshlyfreshly-rended Your corpse’s hemispheres tended together with silver staples Transforming your base materials into wondrous stations. Once you begin stabilising I cascade down your inner cave’s corpuscle-climbed face…
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Love songs
Love requited but unsaid Love unneeded traitorously heeded Surplus to my requirements Your face haunts my surrounds Loudening every silence Love unrequired but much desired On love’s lawed oceans, I flawed pirate Wash my hands in the cup of you, Pilate. Love unsaid, never uttered Never to usher down aisles Never to be gushed over …
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Plug
Text my plug about tonight’s bag Replies “Fresh out bro” Meet me tonight under the bridge, Frusciante Rush on the radio Rush on me out the door Bullrushes lining the spine of the Royal Canal Asylum seekers cuddling for warmth in the bushes. Light and constant pushing, Rush inconstancy of constant alteration, Nation’s terrain is…
Alchemisland 