Tag: writing
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Smashed at Actium
Gold much in Egypt Gods older than the foam which drank Atlantis Arch fantasist whose phantom hand called up every flower He toward whom all followers tend eventually Ear lender whose housing lobes empathic eternal paternal tenderness At disposal every power, every rotad hour known to he Oldest When ceaseless cleansing rains started, the heart…
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Hollow Now
You, finest mummer, around whom the glum blubbered with laughter Ready applause at your coming and silence reigning after When you died, that part of me for you alone died too Bikes like ready horses ahead a sluggish hearse, mired by grief Chief among us, bright-headed kindest, admired by all. In the pub an altar…
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Titterers
Laugh at me I’ll halt the steed Gleaming steel at hip’ll steam Drinking dramfuls from the lake of dreams Draughts of creamy hippocrene Guinnessene, thirst of long-duned Essene I am Homer’s blameless heroes I watch a screen, scribbling keen notes A friend’s obscene Opium dreams As if a neural portal borne of and in mind…
Alchemisland 