Tag: writer
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PAINTINGS. I’ve done some. Do you want to buy them? (Yes, please, thank you)
Yesterday was my 34th birthday. I was born, at half twelve noon, in Holles Street hospital in Dublin, Ireland. If you’d like to support me and gimme filthy lucre so that I can continue writing loads of insufferable poetry, why not buy a painting or, even better, tell your painting-obsessed (rich) friends about me: https://www.adverts.ie/pictures-paintings/opal-portal-painting/40692890…
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Arranging my papers
My small, dainty writing table Knee-height to one five eight. Facade consistent of flaking paint Pained wrist impressions, coffee stains Fingerprint smudges as one finds writ upon the panes of a caged gazer. Adopting strains with ridiculous names to see whether I can coax this Hopeless brain to produce more than stick figures. Out, coatless…
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Sleepasker
After chain blazing shamelessly My unpitied, unpropitiated head lays Dreamscapes egg laden and hex-scathed Of begging bowls, of negative spaces, of taking oaths Of sewn oats, of sold dope, of frailty, of granges, of grey areas, changes. Mortal-folded clothes angel-molded going mouldy in the only stow Maybe this grape haze ganj has me going scatty,…
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Homemade ogre mask
Every sense mine excited Sentbydivine scentlines Will guide my neon-heightened Triumph’s nigh on silent march through Irish Zion. Pirate-scion my corrupted blood a must-hunt lion. Around the shadow-marched marshine back Of a formidable Hawksmoor church Nazarene-lacking, bricked black I rip an apple bong of sapping, pongy exhaust before heading back inside I can lack a…
Alchemisland 