Monthly Archives: September 2017

Comrade Addict

Commenced emptiness, The Mass singular Folk music, wings over gymnastic blasphemies, lifted by Leni Governor Kingdom can’t three hundred and something ends, the end, Berlin boys I loved, coal to widows, ash to vixen, and monoxides ran Peta, Peta, doctor … Continue reading

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Vatican 3

Brother Conflicted on vows day, He to kill the Devil cruise ship Ave Maria melts candle wax bells for laundered robed walkers, climbing pyramids throwing pickaxes at indigent sheep, neck high in their ‘lackey’ diamond hand clasp pleading for wafer-thin … Continue reading

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Bragger Greys

Instore café content, paces past a chemist and a black man, taste it Bearded men, smooth men, and golden ruby wives Vigour-lacking lists turning over old stories, new times on black and white paper, detail sliding tackles He-‘politician’, this day … Continue reading

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Billionaires

I hooked onto the face of a psychopath executing flagellation ate his lobster raw and its eyes for his eyes his damp face from my white meat spit elastic banded claws dropped on embroidered brogues in Monaco gamblers we trust … Continue reading

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Free Pass

Renegade living, after the Vietnamese boat-boy was beaten, after motorcyclist came looking, after steel toe-capped boots and a hammer threat, after a nearly ended Dad by caged bird Forty miles from the sea he shouted about a broken car window … Continue reading

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The Fall of Man

Eleven antemeridian house breaker, home wrecker Now she’s rubble left, sustaining all her more, all her less Memorial tumbler with a three-quarter up-ring on a bedside table She’d got to the point, of a hanging frame off bone arrangement, but … Continue reading

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