Tag: writing
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hannibal ad portas
Fur coat stowing, Pimms going Down nicely and the rest up my shrón Snow and smoke O-blowing Steady nose diet Steady nose dive Dying or thriving for coke Company private, wide awake ALIVE Higher than Avenue Five Tell the driver turn up the grime Drive us to Pimlico, bro, wanna go where Himilco goes Heavy…
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Gain by murder
Old murder stain immortal on the Molesworth floor Dirty kitchen corner Where in hornier cornmaking days we spent time cavorting Feasts fit for horned lords, sporting hunt blusterful Wide-ended blunderbussish his wondrous hunting horn Painted urn waxy and lustrous, bull blood red and bone dust white Depicting the blinding of one-eyed Polyphemus on the Sicilian…
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Ocean omens
Gilled Gods resurfacing after two millennia below surf Killing that gull wasn’t worth the full belly Hell’s worst rotating like armpit temperature sushi The shackles I made for my mind Had it so that small fires were greatly magnified to my eyes So the smallest of trials to my sight resembled a Titan A Mount…
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Give them the old Arthur McBride
Jacketless on the college steps in the morning mist, well-practiced Equipped with tactics to get you in, once you’re roped into conversation They won’t let you escape until your name’s conveyed to their list It’s not about filling one’s mouth with sounds of good sense It’s about spin, like the endgoal of the party whip,…
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A hopeless March
Misery again Sinking, like I went walking through Lincolnshire Fen A sheer fence weak defence against enemy offensives Constantly on the defensive Waiting for something to let slip I tighten the slip into a noose Buds to nip, the final snooze Head heavy as a mounted moose Continuing tantamount to self abuse I must self…
Alchemisland 