Tag: writers
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Her Flat
In her bottom floor flat a sandalwood candle burns The key is a worm in the lock the worm turns Incense venting, the vibe is stupor bathroom palette blue as rogue trooper Like a sly cooper she makes barrels in secret She’s an enigma her neck is a vexing question like an egret’s Sills precious…
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Dissembly
Crichton’s writing full of spurious sciences Words need untangling like Prussian alliances Salve for sex wounds on the wrists of Sister Slits Mountains in the distance like a ridge of snow capped clits Headscratching like nits at Babe Ruth’s floating mitts The shoe she wears is the shoe that fits The mime mastered the female…
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Crafting Stars
Why specialise, obtain special eyes We need fewer yous and more like Is Isis the typist her husband the sunrise Highly prized the nicest jewel the nightsky’s Gygaxian dice toss, galaxian price loss Market drops on Neptune’s frost Ogygian guises and the feathers of Thoth. I need the heat I’m a desert sapper I’m ombrophobic,…
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Obsessive Anemology
Always our nature compels us to contemplation of things corporeal Boreas and his cardinal questions, inciting movement Dance the first religion, the swaying of trees under wind Wind the first and foremost mystery Comes from where, goes where, unseen but is Wind as wrath and as deliverance. On all fours the sticky floors The palms…
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James Joyce Vampire Direction
Thanatological inclinations push me from my bed Sanguine susurrations, your blood sings to my head My patience like thinning mercury, my tightening grip Orgiastic flashes of wounds and dripping whips When I’m done his blood gets drained Leave bleak crime scenes men get insaned His claws brandished but his body maimed Bellied blood swims, his…
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The Loot Of Jericho Has Been Devoted
He slumps like leaning in, some secret he’ll never tell Shot between the eyes, with weight he fell, will he won’t he William Tell. Caesar sees sounds, checking behind curtains believing Gauls will be found Volarian arts and volar holes, Vangarian guards and potem toles, vision’s sound. Box beneath my bed folded Babylonian garment Through…
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Titanomechanophilia
Down a trainless station waiting bacon tooled up Tonight’s big bust up, everything fussing, men fucked up to get brave Big cutters wired up to packs, serrated blades like fern fronds Gnashing teeth with Hope diamond strength, like a drip rapper eating you alive, Something to combat Their terrifying ferrousity, those iron brutes. Cadre of…
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Inside Wolf
Plainsight hid, move big like the sea Commuting to work on sanity an exterior insisting Every second an inside wolf resisting Flashes: faces folding to a fisting, arms outside it’s a Christ ting Invisible like a mountain summit can be Heads dipped Christening, river run meander after a madness flung it out to sea