Tag: writer
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Orpheuselessness
Boatman haunts the opening Daunting Orphic mysterion Inducing supernatural slumber Inducted acolytes slip under Lethe waters, that river thunders Through Hell’s halls. Not the only one that runs there Blundering alongside its forgetful brother A water of memory, mind’s spring water Time’s sweet mother a patchwork smothering device The dead line its sides, life yet…
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Today’s Sermon
They fidget on pews The Lord’s body abused My church of good news Easy accrues a mill views Even my food is loot My amuse bouche Cost more than your shoes They have loose lips these louche gits Money hand over fist, well equipped Well corrupt, into publics dipped More hoverers than a fly strip…
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Expired License Day Drive
Finally got my limo Can’t drive that’s the thing though Touching Her in the back Frisky dingo More holes than Ozone I’m accumulating orgone Energy converting to orgasm Drunk driving home We knock down cones Bird in back says I’ve the lonely bones Result assured like the fight was thrown No chance I’ll spend tonight…
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Console Booting Up
Head spinning broken satellite Head held low pattern saturnine Couch potato sat at nine News is on, they’re lying Pen you when you don’t tow the line Men do what they want most the time Half of them shackled, rest of them dying For fistfuls of shekels PS5 been off a while Massive drain the…
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Dark Bride
You’ve got bridal dreams Homemade dress faultless seams This day is made for you it seems Caught a glance behind the bridal screen At the one who bridled me Her leg upon a chair lifting garters past her knee Pictures on the bridal green Look so neat they’re whistling Fried green tomatoes at the whistle…
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Range-r
You’re a target range I’m on a turkey shoot Like milchig plates I bury the loot If you want it strange I’m a mystic too If you want outrage Ensure you tune in soon Blackened like a heroin spoon My smoke racked lungs will pack up soon.
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Getting Away
I can’t never get no satisfaction Phallus rusted with long inaction Of every whole I get but fraction My mirror soul is lightning fractured. My packs are packed cling wrapped You a gentled hawk with wing clipped I’m a wing commander goat, goldlipped My stealth bombers provoke no radar blip My spud shooters got potato…
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Movie Night (Got Tings In)
At my thumb track, her spine traced Her back tightens, undulating lace From her jean waist bending forward Clash of Titans, Andromeda frightened by Krakens Cracking on with it, craic is 60 I’ve techniques like a crack shot for trick joints I knew when she linked me the think sexy is mutual, shortest distance between…