Tag: words
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I’m Only The Watcher
In borrowed headphones hit the street, meet Keith for keef at the boardwalk I’m paro as fuck now but when I get home I’m getting high as a parrakeet Or a palace parapet where the ivy climbery meets the downward creepers And Rapunzel’s hair is a rock climbing teacher Load of absolute creatures beside me,…
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‘Namage
Flicking through LP liner notes on a beanbag chair, pushing back thick vines of grease-plaited hair Imagines his drafted friends laughing, thinking him daft and soft, no chance he’d have survived there. His headphones are like a chopper pilot’s, two leather danishes bunning his face His hands, fortunately bloodless as Pilate’s, tap the record’s sleeve…
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Albedo
White as twelve ivories White as the moon’s eye White as the dying White as runic lightning White as Papal garb White as paper sheaf White as a chasuble White as delight, charity, merrity, rare nobility White as albumen White as Algernon White as studs along Orion’s belt White as the skin around your welts…