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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…
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writer
I’m slumped on the keyboard Drooling, god forgive me lord I’m on that William Burroughs Huffing red poison spuming Like carcinogenic spraypaint From a rent DDT canister Approaching the cockroach Unstuck following ley lines through insect time.
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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.”
Alchemisland 