Tag: words
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Last Cathedral
Green droplets of soup Summer logic Haze which is not mist, July’s height Collecting tree secretions in cups and vials Collecting days in twine belted files Distilled experience supremed in a phial No more Cathedrals will be built Says what about imminent return Vaccinated against the possibility, immunitising eschaton No more Davids shall be freed…
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Future is Thick
Cruel gangs bisect the turf Skinahans lot in the Beacon South Quarter Scartel everything between Aungier Street and the Liberty Stone Liberated from a Church Normandy named, sitting before boss’ throne A symbol to which fealty is offered Young lads swearing they have no skin in the game Cheffed up, found eyeless, no skin hung…
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Psyber
Shock ignites the breaker board Awakened at midnight, his impatient nixsynthesis His fixtures enable him to realise the past Smudges along the windows, barely discernible He tends toward the room’s left-hand side Souls snared by bright blazes; his cyclopean camera’s aperture repeeling itself like a cyborg orange Gently tracing a blood stained lintel, his fingers…
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Blockers
Reality blinker headphones sounding hypnotics, voodoos Reviewing astrological charts Wondering whether to attend a techno gig, As if we didn’t kill God and eat his corpse, As if we never ovened anyone at all, It’s as if nobody has read Yeats’ Second Coming Keep a bible in a freezer for a week then use it…
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Automatonsure
A buzzing fly distracts your private grief How irksome and vexing Not vexing enough to stir you Silent, the nanotechnology scans and analyses your apartment Its sophisticated mind a dervish prayer of vectors Sigillike circuitboard alive with dragon energy, jolting the wires Reject the world like the Irish church rejected the roman haircut Ejectors injectors…
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Opposatia
Isle of horned females Pool of augmented horses, befinned squamous hippodrama Orchestra of opposites Facing audience, harp wielding cellist conducts Clumsy conductors plunk out nameless reels Mewling lion cornered by vengeful gazelle Wise man licks fish-burnt thumb and loses all knowledge When the music’s over I have to face the audience I have faith.
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Escape
Phantom halo of slipped gallow’s rope Pink girdle around the neck Merriment and mirthful mouthings Drams of Scottish whisky The frame’s shadow like a crooked back Unfouring his legs’ atrophied muscles Removes his gold corona, tosses it away Three fingers caress empty eye socket Circumference of aperture a cave mouth Cave where fire is born…
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Time
Minutes courting hours, men counting time Elaborate astronomical devices Saturnian monoliths, becogged, wrought of black iron and gold They say Time is running out Out of where? Frogs who when submerged in boiling water leap Content to languish in water brought slowly to boil Great fire of time burning us away Slow to start, our…
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Dawn and Court
Moon drawn down, dual dawn Quicksilver basilica Alabaster pate Below, hydromania Selene’s suitors crane to meet her, crashing and pushing and collapsing Eärendil with pleasure differed awaits the dischargement of her heavenly duties Myriad dizzying rotations dormant, laden impatience Listless, languid, She shivering shimmering Winter queen, White stripped bone bleached none of green, whims of…