Tag: writing
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Fox
Foxes cross, their furtiveness cancelling their fleetness Around a blind bend at eighty, your feet aren’t quick enough to cease us In the glovebox a shoepolish tin of Fox’s glaciers rattle like boxed rocks when the bow bends The fox in heat drags an unseen musk, his mist the smell of a cupboard thrice masturbated…
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He seemed like a nice guy
I flirt with you, imagine your girl-goo squirting at me like warm ectoplasm Around you my marbled mouth dares to verse, first creative spasm of long slumbering mind Your family and friends I wouldn’t know from Adam You’re Saddam and I’m an oft-bowing prelate leftover from the deposed regime, I can but relent Nothing I…
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Border
He has a combover and a lollipop lady stopping hand Do not come over anymore, to this our beautiful land He knows the Other to be Ham, himself to be Shem A sham missive, wedding dress with ruby hem where she knelt in her lover’s ichor Drank what his eye saw, frieze of yestermurder impressed…
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Inside Today
I am caged blonde Trump in prison, envision his unfurling combover like a wave rewound I once dipped goggles in dicyanin dye before visiting, found him Djinn-orbitted His lobes loud with suggestions for the world’s division A blurred vision, a drunk’s revelation, blind vision: Long dead destinies rise like the dead of Zombie Island Termagant…
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Team Lunch
In the cafe the waiter brings steaming plates They can’t recall that, what they ordered This low paid waiter should deduce it Deliver all the meals then reduced to yours alone spruce your empty placemat We’ve booked a booth in the company name We’ve now fucked twice, I’m not ashamed. When lovers cannot tryst their…
Alchemisland 