Tag: writer
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Long Gone Silver
Cursed as the handhot bread aboard the Mary Celeste Cursed as a pirate’s chest Interned by flintlock kept by cutlass Eager slashes leave bellies gutless Where X is marked it rests. Bloodblurred the pirate’s parrot’s beak orange barely peeks out Only initiates can read my maps, know go west when led south Fewer legs an…
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Mount of Olives
Atop Mount Scopus Looking down at Jerusalem In bygone days them Barred entry took to that redoubt Treating themselves to a painful glimpse Entreating themselves, tears well in wince Atop Mount Scopus. Close indeed to moon in Scorpio Mount of Olives Host of cedar Hunting ground of Demeter A clasped hand bars the door The…
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Belts
Pain abounds from my rebounding knuckles Cringe like someone rewound your fuck up When I rock up, your face a mock up of destruction. Traumas I can’t pass Van Allen belt of my misdevelopment My coffers idly spent Hefty bills seem devil-sent Everything feels pent up My life a book reassembled after blending Mendicant’s bible,…
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Cafe Days
The other day I watched a bargirl carrying a precarious pile of ashtrays When returning reverie struck, of my days working in cafes Happy rage equal expansive, rounded chin short of handsome Furtive as a stray yet bold as a peacock, easily led astray I was at that age.
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Here Now
City’s like chewed gum passed around Not one inch of hallowed ground Aged brown, grown out but never outgrown Stone to dent our presence here That we ever, ever we were so now we’re here forever You can’t change what has come before Time is like a charging horse, all froth and midair Place is…
Alchemisland 