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Rotic
Sky red as a bromine solution Into which a toothsome alchemer, Fool’s son, diffused: Tears of Lys and Siren’s Tunes, Dragonprey barely chewed, Chaste maiden frozen mid-swoon, The sense of thrilling chase bottled. Two drops of this rancid elixir And one’s beloved becomes instantly besotted.
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Scáiltín
Backrooms, whispered chats, gentle Irish savagery Mother Superior looming, bat-hide hued habit Thought the cat was out of the bag But that feline remains occluded Eight out of nine lives ain’t bad The boiling admix spat back He screamed as might a madman but drained the dram.
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Green meetup
Paper with a name but I’m not out to vote I don’t know his name, location pin where I’m to go Think he’s Bulgarian, all told a scary bloke In the laneway where I’m to meet him A cider-sombre tramp was purging vilely, boke after boke I say your name, he says nothing then goes…
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Dand Gresigns
Gave up the drink Ages e’en to a Donkey Still smoke after smoke Fifteen blunts a day, with bongs between, keep taking higher doses Coughing my way to a coffin, bonging ‘til my lungs explode The plot’s exposed A rancid acre my lot Where nothing grows, save blight and rot My Father throttled me in…
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nonononolimitlimitlimit
Grafter going to an afters near Grafton Street Trashed, slapping windows of taxis stuck in traffic Bag grafted onto my hand, big bag of cans and ecstasy tablets I’m coming down, like Moses with the tablets Magic against magic, magi made the staff split Dead wood made to writhe and hiss In the City a…
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