Tag: writing
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It makes me sad, seeing the old church like that
In a dirty church far from its best term. Its former Vicar yet holds his cooled boldness in a stiffness of shoulder And a certain vigour; a milk-curdling figure in his day, all piss and vinegar. Older than eighty, sovereigned fingers fag stained and booze shaky On his nightly sojourn across the grange turns away.…
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Horrors
Sons fucking their mams Six toed sprogs in prams Spam from a can, back to Blitz rationing Our behaviour profoundly irrational Back lashed badly, I would make a poor rasher In South Africa, the first openly gay imam is blasted Woke is dead and that’s a disaster Who really cares and who is just an…
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Hidden bank
A little to the left While I pilfer all you have left Reconnaissance, know you keep it in a hidden cleft Between two nail-mad boards, behind the bed So in I crept on knell of ten. In my vault I’ve got fuck all Wanna wage like a footballer But I didn’t shouldertoss spilled salt Haven’t…
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Taming the dragon prince our ceaseless siege emaciated
Atop that stroppy bay afraid of his own shadow Stroked his mane, whispered a name he didn’t yet know to be his Gucci reins rustless led him into a russet coppice’s shade, Bucephalus his name, his master would needs be Great. He sated from the Indus; Bathed in the Euphrates, famed for bound angels; Smote…
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Selfish faith
Ensuring I’m first in line like Calvin’s pious elect A highly selective Bible reading suggests That ne’er-congested Heaven preselects But a few; the rest so long queueing However dutiful or schooling are ejected cooly With cruel impunity, left marooned Flotsam now the old truisms.
Alchemisland 