Tag: writing
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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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Winter Ball
Got three eyes that’s two plus súil eile, Stella Maris diamond of Neptune’s mapsworth without a fellaMy foot notes your foot’s arrival, stepping in lightly you’re a pugilist with huge lipsYour outpushed hips strain the spinal zip, whose top split like a tent ripMy foot’s notes when we spin at touch’s end almost, then reeled…
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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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Sobriety
You’re on Sovember, scotchonrockstober the shock of sober can leave man over Like a turnover I’m dark at bits. “€1.70 love, and a bag is it?” flyover white cliffs Dover The Sea of Rome in Ostia, the Holy See the suffering earth the rebounding surf that slurps The bay, the gulls cascade to the cast…
Alchemisland 