Tag: writers
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Riot
A stabbed child leaks excuses Inside them resides the urge, hidden like a demiurge Dublin City like the Purge: it burns it burns it burns Thick necked Gards in riot gear cordoning off O’Connell Street Pallid ghouls selling gear, Bordening off lifespans at O’Connell’s feet Where dark delights meet plain daylights and the junk-blue vein…
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Séance 1930
Eager come the recent dead Still naive enough to covet warmth Hearing the living, I am living and this nightmare can end The harsh, stout corpselight; the dead mothing in. Blowing on ashes Bottled nothingness, the nothing is lured into the nothing The mind at war with the mind which is not the mind From…
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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…