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Off my head
In the club they’re playing the classics Spinning wax pinging out blasters Bangers bangers, hands to rafters Sweating now, bliss forever comedown after Chatting shit over cans at an afters Wafting away acrid smells with my hands Telling some girl about my favourite bands Victorian times, that hard to make an advance Crabs have more…
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Siegecraft
All winds change, even Emperors can be caged Rage unchanged since ancient today, still ranging At being’s heart, man cart of sacred parts ill custodian Oils stowed for such events I toss from ramparts Around me buildings exploding, showering hot debris below Amidst smoke, standing with tattered cloak My name by hammerous Gods spoken, known…
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Ships, Bay
Upon waves, salt-treaded dreadnoughts waiting Arrayed ophidian riding greyling waves, feigning agitation Pavements along which finned men in scaled raiment remove Better to buoy them, stymying straying Here comes rain and it is good timing, rhymer’s arrival pleases troopers Who would constrain minds to matters trivial more than upcoming battle Hearing gleoman speak forebearer’s great…
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The Agent – III
The canopy cooled him in temperature and temperament, he felt sullen beneath sagging boughs. Branches like curved umbrella handles, as if trees driven mad by heat sought to drive their own branches through their heads to stop the simmering solar voice. Inner measuredness came, or was foist, upon him, echoed in his equidistant steps. In…
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Hobobituary
Rotten with Druids cider, ruckling out breathy rebel songs Rum ruddled rounded cheeks, angelsheet a bellthroat throng A house window teases warm light, warmer than any fire without; in there is where I belong. In fact this house is the house I bought. My son and I tossing ball, imploring him “go long” The door…
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