Tag: writers
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Dark America
Vast complex of American misadventure Stairwell lined with tall portraits Depicting naked terrorists reposed like ill-used catamites Forming uncomfortable pyramids of their flesh Two quid flash of disposable camera post-torture Pyramid walls bloody with mishandling. Wars, rumours thereof A desert stormed is a desert reformed Boots recycling dunes, new kingdoms rising The wake of old…
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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…
Alchemisland 