Tag: writer
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Goddess milk
Dressed as mortals might but could never Dressed as and of the sea Troy-bound triremes odyssey across bluegreen dress Eastgoing westfromers foamgoing Her skin the white horses decreasing to diminution At the lapping enfolding shore, where beachcombers Stow cuttlefish bones periwinkle shells in shawls and sodden burlaps Occident’s orient, backward’s front Facade of the willingly…
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Vanity ending
Dull sanity’s surfeit blanches planned child planet, and all vanity Vanishes as gleaming spires millennia highering are lain as Atlantis Below below cold cod-cursed Atlantic, with Hy-Brasil and the Yanks Seven years before the apocalypse, Ireland will sink in mercy to the Irish More frequent dreams of a red Mersey screaming, gleaming slaughterine Sun’s horses’…
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Ya still training?
Practice makes practice makes How did you get here? Practice, mate Reading the Bible, codes I’m cracking Eagle at my side, never catch lacking See a mate I haven’t seen in ages Asks me whether I’m still training Does not my drained appearance give indication Which of life’s stations I might nation now Whether that…
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Vidya
I say the best game is Doom II Marooned on hell’s shore, abhorrent Plutonia Experiment You disagree, suggest Hexen II Willingly hanging with you medically considered self-abuse It’s like I’m paying last life’s dues, my name is Earl you’re last on my list Your kiss was on that list but much nearer the top of…
Alchemisland 