Tag: writer
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SpitItOut
About to lay down truths Leaving today with an empty boot Fuck fire I’m pyre in the booth Vampire in the tooth Cthulhu call me Architeuthis My brother and me raised by a wolf We trust but each other Direlings, born under the sign of Wolfe’s arctother Our arcs align with one another Our snarks…
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Bankburster
Commerce stilted while high street’s silted More burst banks than Dillinger’s explosives More bankside miracle than the hands of Moses More roses strapped to lamp posts More wool than trapped in lamb coats Across your eyes, that’s my disguise My five fingers venetian blind one eye I’ve always been a hider in closets A closet…
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Someone there/Summoned there
Demons with contorted forms Souls black as aces George Formby faces Lips like week-dead worms Cometh the storms. Lightning rips Light night eclipse Every fern drips Every firm hip Up and about Beware the loon Howling the moon No one hears you shout.
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Non-stop Spinning Top
Got more endings than return of the king My rhymes exceed in radiance your bling I have more plants than Swamp Thing I have more keys than janitor’s keyrings I know a girl whose name should be Kettering Amount of Ket she gets in K makes you sway, room starts spin Like 103.8, always been…
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Hondo City Law
More Lawgivers than Big Meg badge wearers give me In my perp face Around my place More jaw givers than lizards lounging near Pharaoh’s livery Crank up the dial like Mean Machine It runs the rim of my scale from scowl to smile When you crash I go Dingodile Leave your baby I go dingo…
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Ocean Waiting
Tossed fore aft in transit, carried from quays Like keys of coke on Florida’s mangrove coasts Assure the boss it’ll be OK Bill a Jay so I don’t go mad On the bay knowing how Basanio felt But know exactly why I’m sad Sitting on the dock of the bay, all day Awaiting my payday,…
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Pliant Tyrant
Reality to me Nothing to awe at Something to paw at Poke at with my awl Only all I give is hell Reality something malleable Like kids hands rolling moulding balls of marla. Creation myths the mata Punctuation lips the fada Barely lift my bucket so much water Barely lift my blade so much slaughter…
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Priestly Utterance
My sermons more like shellings from German Shermans Give thanks to my liberating tanks, their tracks like black veins on trank addict faces You are marked My pockets jingle with Deutschmark, shillings German Version Always seek new perspectives, prospective revelation, Robert Graves’ Persian Version German excision, took off his Von Ranke when Germany’s ranks shell…
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META4
This ain’t no metaphor Last week I met a three Powers out, should have dashed Door ajar you forgot the latch Descending sixteen storeys through a high rise flat Dark as the tomb save sawing light from a match Breeze blows it out, bird covers mouth to stifle shout In the silence her scream is…