Tag: writer
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Model Not Territory
Ptolemy’s model followed geocentric principles Earth as sun centre around which spheres rotate uniformly as ships in typhoons, along circles split like zodiac glyphs At the epicentre the sun housing the earth Divinely plotted prescribed orbits to fit solar alignments are called deferents These are fenced and intersected by smaller circular orbits called epicycles By…
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Prayer to Love
Now I write of things pleasant, cleanse my palette of death’s mention An ode to love tender and long lasting, varied and sensual, mysterious Tension of a life spent in willing company, the will subdued but the heart freed Of its foremost need, that deed once signed marks a love that should shine eternal A…
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Friend to a King
No such thing as a friend to a king To be friend to a king is to be friend to a lion They may lie on you, ply you with affections, rare attentions But they will never rely on you. You might die confused Hauled from chambers accused of crimes inventions of Meaner minds, such…
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Golden Joint
Ledger looking owey Like an orgasming mouth Big dick like I was a tall Richard Richer than Richie, on a break from Rachel Playing Primal Rage with Ross and Joey Richard III how I’m in the car park Sparking up joints, key spark to car start Cursed heart, carbon clouds exhaust farts Upstarts and tryhards…
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Ascent to Zenith (Virgo Venus)
A bleach injection to enhance my senses, Dr Domestos cleaning method At Hod climbing up a well wall to Bethod, leaving fingernails embedded Impressing bloody runes on slick stones, light toward which I’m headed Like a host unleavened held up to heaven by the Reverend’s enemy. Cool sap of Spring hues robes Woodwose ceremony in…
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These Days
Used to drink gin and tonics Now it’s all djinn and chronic Used go out a lot Stay in now the bottle’s stopped Everyone I know was shocked Lopped his bollocks off so he has I remember doing my mocks Realize I’m in my jocks Jolt awake, remember I dropped out Not for clout, I…
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Tired Scribe
The scribe is tired Late now, long past Lyres of morning scorning night’s sultry castanets Wired like a steampunk wedding dress He casts out nets, hauls them in and finds abominations within Ten finned or no-finned supine writhelings writhing on his wet deck What had he done to deserve this, cruel tithes Shark bite into…
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DissBarred
See through your craft, pyrex lyrics Burn down your raft, fire ass lyrics In your wallet a perished prop durex In my wallet a rarified crop of flex Worthy bills They fan wide Fans far and wide Plans from which you cannot hide Plans involving your slow demise Neither all smiles nor miser Realest since…
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Pilgrims Walking – V
We are given, gifted, brave souls Such that the oft cowering are offscourings Bound for Gehenna’s rank mounds Temples of dirt and toxic mould Our head rounds should point to the sun Never down to the ground like a coward Let lion eyes beam out, let man be lionised Let Earth be wonderful, let us…