Tag: writing
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House of my face
House of my face Sun facing dormer of the brow Refuge of my mind’s Defenestrated tongue Rind hued fires rust windowglass eyes Sun facing dormer of the brow My gothic mind is not a house of divers sprites rare Queer squamous roundbacked delights live not there One ghost lives there alone
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Escape
Phantom halo of slipped gallow’s rope Pink girdle around the neck Merriment and mirthful mouthings Drams of Scottish whisky The frame’s shadow like a crooked back Unfouring his legs’ atrophied muscles Removes his gold corona, tosses it away Three fingers caress empty eye socket Circumference of aperture a cave mouth Cave where fire is born…
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Conflict
Did not sleep well last night Great din, gungaless, from the parlor Sherston’s mother communing with spirits Young Hamo dead at Gallipoli Did Eliott’s Aeschylus know him? Severely annotated copy of Goodbye To All That Melancholies of a fox-hunting man By war, Men harden Mars the sharpen Bard birther Mary Arden in Angland since Domesday.…
Alchemisland 