Tag: tarot
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tepid
Your style tepid, crude, unfit for the throne My style rude lines writ upon a bone God’s name sounds like a gurgled groan My fortune teller a blind crone Two hundred years living alone Ask her to tell me where I’m going She reads my palm, turns pale as foam Sends me away, won’t take…
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Counting wounds
Brute unsutured Blood gushing Wound soon sewn shut Cards of mystical import strewn bedside trestle In my tarot’s taking, fate’s slung arrows slewing.
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Here Now
City’s like chewed gum passed around Not one inch of hallowed ground Aged brown, grown out but never outgrown Stone to dent our presence here That we ever, ever we were so now we’re here forever You can’t change what has come before Time is like a charging horse, all froth and midair Place is…
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Citrinitas
Yellow as a bellow’s charge Nothing mellow about it Aggressively bright, solar redolent Blindness conferrer and ultimate pedant It awaits reddening, his readied admixes remedies of maladies Along the axes of nameless stars plots quare voyages His applicants are highborn, autarchs of rare import, extinct vintage Light and not unlike a bowl of cocaine, strained…
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Taking Under Advisement
Small, red-fleshed man sits Napoleon’s shoulder; destiny’s official Deigned command an Emperor, his missives success of missions, Ignore red man red fate endure, corpse of imminent boon grizzily hatcheted Russian factions lined like Risk troops, dice and action and warm jacketed. Breakfast chamber his tricorn tipped low, watery mush to the tip of the bowl…
Alchemisland 