Tag: writing
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Cursed forest
Low slung and sullen Below a thick boughed tree Over which are slung the ropes of those Who’re bowing out, Who’ve given up. I go to the black water well, Dip the jewel encrusted cup and fill it well. Lift it to blueing lips The gift the final sup The head dips forward, sunken suddenly.…
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Knock shrine
Channeling streams like a culvert Got the runs drinking Bulmers Rarely run, own loads of runners Invites rarely come, loads of cunts In Dublin proper Quiet courtesy the riot-leaking blockades which have stopped traffic The Spire looks like Its propping up the sky. If they could use the tip of that spike To get heroin…
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For the crows
Disposal’s a crow job Betrothal, that good a blow job. Enticement pie warm and vulpine sly, in die-for ermine. My life a reckless pilot’s straight-line-less final flight, Suicide diving, spiralling into the tides Like Icarus, rightful suit due Ancient makers of that famous, fateful glue. Guided yet Can’t decide, two directions Neither right. Can’t decide,…
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AM Ps
No late payments Pay them a visit late, Patrick Bateman I’m those busy phantoms down the lane I’m the fastest answerer Abatement of rain, waiting at the gate then we’re out after it My basement a pain place whose rafters Absorbed many a laugher’s screams. Orbital nightmares torment Whosoever dares attempt slumber within its plaster,…
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Riderless horse pile
Songless his glaived horn lay cleft Their brief melee had printed the clay But those expired stances won’t last the day After tramping chomping cattle pass en route to camp. The last glacier; The last gasp of the scamps whose strongest arms were sanctions. The last emaciated passionate Crazed by sustained lack collapses In such…
Alchemisland 