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Finding my religion (underground)
Worshipping dogs and reptiles Tiled floors in holy houses loud with the blood of tied slaves Waves may be shouted down, if the right wand is waved When counts. Where less so. What will last longer, my poems or a plastic bag from Tesco? Bleeding, dying affixed to staves, my dinner guests Their cravings largely…
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JLP
Beatles said can’t buy me love Shiny dimes will buy you drugs Foetal position in the flat of a thug These drugs will seat you Force breakfast to repeat Perk you up if you’re steaming Percs to stay up whilst streaming Pen to write up my dreaming When I wake screaming and sweating Ridden by…
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MATES NIGHT
Text to Mikey Are we getting high tonight? I know it’s likely But to be asked is nice. Sends me back a smile, wrily Wink and tongueface, lil spicy Much to my delight Both of us are very bright But hide from spotlights like shadow-loving spiders Quick to bill a spliff, light touch, his tongue…
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Pale hart
Dark, evil rituals under a bitch night Birch switch bite ‘gainst her gainsayed hind Ice cold, stirring, whirring of stellar devices.
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Wristslashing for Thoth points
Sin soul-blighting and potent, feared by Romans Would-be Pharaohs fighting like shroom-chomping vikings One survives, emerges righteous as Lord of all Kemet Alchemy hidden in the letters which Thoth gathered and gave With his fettered ape who I imagine as having the face of William Blake.
Alchemisland 