Tag: writers
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Arthur
Heads on sticks fester, house of Crimson Witch She bids the Styx flows faster, her mushroom cap is pitch For Cerberus, three collars new like fledging priests Snow on Mount Erebus three colours blue like old heat Trees coloured blue for an amethyst eye Amorous tryst deny eye to eye, barefaced a knightly lie To…
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HornedGod
Cernunnos who peels the season’s rind Leads through moss maze the willing blind The compact keeps the windroots tight, the binding blight and the glade green light The light hours are a forest night That Might, what God might be, to dim what’s bright Hart and hind, to my heart, the stag of the stage…
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Chewtonic
Join the army I can’t hear Universal Soldier make a necklace of my ear Johnny get your gun, the shootings not done Descending a long hall, the sticky sweat of fear In it for the long haul, designed by Albert Speer Sitting in what was your office, sitting in what is your coffin On your…
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Nearing End
Time slipping by like snapped rope The box was empty, hope eloped Circling time like a roundabout I crash the wall, hit the dash and then flattened snout Feeling like I have to stay inside, hide from a fatwa Watching parties at distance like Gilbert Grape’s fat ma All in all I’m like Aspinall, two…
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The Swan Hunt
The fetch: that life must end The fence o’er which gunmen bend The birds toward which their gunshot tends The fetch, the fetch, the fetch to end. Swans turned loose are roundly shot Leaded bodies by hounds are got, to masters brought. Great cunt of Manhattan, glass ziggurats fastness of sun priest Squeezing out malcontents…
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Old Cat Counts Her Winters
Not a leaf as relief from the naked season Sapped of former lustre the fullheaded were strapping as saplings Each thing in its season, springing forth wintering down Sometimes emerging and sometimes not No more trips after the first frost The undressed world How the round of the hills crystalled with frost ruddies watching cheeks…
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Bedfellows
Postered walls no postered bed, it isn’t Balmoral Goldfish finds Atlantis in a reef of plastic coral Fairy lights blue the tank but the old water is sorrel Sorry to the fish inside I find that immoral But now is not the time for quarrel Cold to the touch a frost giant’s sprog I imagine…
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Last
Against chain link fences the impressed throngs Drink revelations, jet scream psalms, taking comfort stranger’s hand An orchestra suffering through a quartet of Discharge songs Why should I fight in their fucking wars They declare it My body forms an X in front of the brightest sight since creation Unutterable effulgence, the melting agent At…
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Cutting An Avenue
Love’s impossible gauntlet The Duke is sick from gimlets In bed he slumps a gauntling Around him a nightgaunt’s fret Another will not allow such play as he let The man he drank to run weighed down like a guitar fret He stayed in one room of his house as if the rest was haunted…
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Escape
Escape escape, any slack arm slit neck to nape The eyes regarding him ape him, his coat a butcher’s apron held with tape Escape escape or they’ll geld your pair! Escape escape vanity unfair! Swift cut the melee’s coarse air Acrid smokes and bodiless howls Captain bloodied steers grim corsair A course out. Neither surrender…