Tag: writing
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Last Cathedral
Green droplets of soup Summer logic Haze which is not mist, July’s height Collecting tree secretions in cups and vials Collecting days in twine belted files Distilled experience supremed in a phial No more Cathedrals will be built Says what about imminent return Vaccinated against the possibility, immunitising eschaton No more Davids shall be freed…
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The Camps
Machine apartheid the rule of law Encampments of ostracised women, who serve machines Hair tossed, smell of gasoline on her breath, oil drying on her inner thigh Machinecest, mother of the new diseases With fannies like jellied eels after an hour beneath a hairdryer Charles Babbage erotic nightmare in a tent Using his teeth, upon…
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Future is Thick
Cruel gangs bisect the turf Skinahans lot in the Beacon South Quarter Scartel everything between Aungier Street and the Liberty Stone Liberated from a Church Normandy named, sitting before boss’ throne A symbol to which fealty is offered Young lads swearing they have no skin in the game Cheffed up, found eyeless, no skin hung…
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Psyber
Shock ignites the breaker board Awakened at midnight, his impatient nixsynthesis His fixtures enable him to realise the past Smudges along the windows, barely discernible He tends toward the room’s left-hand side Souls snared by bright blazes; his cyclopean camera’s aperture repeeling itself like a cyborg orange Gently tracing a blood stained lintel, his fingers…
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Vulptuous
A fox furtive as Virgo exits its den sniffing the air Marzipan moon dented like a well used marble Voiding forecast, mystery mother cups her dew Twinless kinless night Each night is different to the last, darkling snowflake