Tag: words
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Sobriety
You’re on Sovember, scotchonrockstober the shock of sober can leave man over Like a turnover I’m dark at bits. “€1.70 love, and a bag is it?” flyover white cliffs Dover The Sea of Rome in Ostia, the Holy See the suffering earth the rebounding surf that slurps The bay, the gulls cascade to the cast…
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Love’s Conclusion
Bromides for Brunhilda, her Sigurd serpent summoned The land is divided like a fair share pie, the music died wrote Don McClean Submerging for unworthy causes, the waves break on and off the hump of H.L. Hunley All the drakes are loosed, Sigurd through the magic mist, Sigurd land of Honah Lee Ennead of lake…
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Chewtonic
Join the army I can’t hear Universal Soldier make a necklace of my ear Johnny get your gun, the shootings not done Descending a long hall, the sticky sweat of fear In it for the long haul, designed by Albert Speer Sitting in what was your office, sitting in what is your coffin On your…
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Nearing End
Time slipping by like snapped rope The box was empty, hope eloped Circling time like a roundabout I crash the wall, hit the dash and then flattened snout Feeling like I have to stay inside, hide from a fatwa Watching parties at distance like Gilbert Grape’s fat ma All in all I’m like Aspinall, two…
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The Swan Hunt
The fetch: that life must end The fence o’er which gunmen bend The birds toward which their gunshot tends The fetch, the fetch, the fetch to end. Swans turned loose are roundly shot Leaded bodies by hounds are got, to masters brought. Great cunt of Manhattan, glass ziggurats fastness of sun priest Squeezing out malcontents…
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