Tag: writing
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Yellow Rose
She grows that garden rose Grows without control Sweet smells climb up my nose Everything goes on under my nose Without my knowing. She is a rose Her billowing robe flows like abundant sap Chinese female gold, her dress is yellow orpiment Her shift in yellow also, gem of the orchard She is a scorching…
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Garden Foxes
Early just this morning I woke from sleep to see A fox stole from my garden the skull of a sheep Perhaps to Hamlet over, returned it to their keep A trench-veined garden allotment up the street In April and May, all night they scream and screech With child or for a mate, the fox…
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Crust Punk Scene
Thinking back to my days as a crust punk It was cans everyday before I smoked skunk Looking back can’t imagine what she thought, mum I smoked, screamed, pierced myself and battered drums All my mates over all the time doing what they couldn’t At home, always people explored shadows they normally wouldn’t Around me,…
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First Grade
Received by full moon psionic nudge Invited initiation down masonic lodge Trust me, scare at bedtime Podge and Rodge Of all cults they took pulse, supreme hodgepodge.
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Volatile
Six shots each most put to sleep, extended mag no six shooter She is dressed in elements, her eminent crest unfallen Crest of death’s bald head our night’s memento mori Too hot to touch, this blisterraiser, hell’s harlot Ms Fire You’re at home asking how a sure thing became a misfire So hot I could…
Alchemisland 