Tag: poem
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LUNNUN
when i walked out one rainy grey midsummers morning i planned to walk to lunnun town that city so alluring i got my geese some tarmac shoes to lead us to temptation or to take us up to high barnett to profit from inflation i hooked a bag upon my back i cut mysel’ a…
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FASHION FROSTED
Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when published fashion frosted breastplate eager added toenail seven holy oak holes threaded with a fox tail slumming like a Richepigg broken oily fishstick wrestle training underground ezra thor and thunder pound arse hole bum hole arse eye shit hole eye brown itch bitch ripped raw…
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RICKETY LANE
me dog walk down old rickety lane new boots give my heelbone pain stopped short by four five live cow hobby farmer turns saying: not right now pup-dog tongue lolls, she’s intrigued dashes in dashes out, farmer’s peeved don’t want a fight so we avoid it find the stream and walk beside it sunshine breaks…
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REDDISH AND GOLD ROOM
Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when published lying down in a room of reddish and gold another minute flies off another minute old chest is hollow like a birdcage cathedral in a desertside town and the sign says sold reddish and gold room seacity view hurricane stormbrew blacks turn blue floods…
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FOOT STRAIN
Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when published alarm at 9:30, wake at 8:30, stretch in bed, go downstairs to kitchen, make omelette, give a quarter to a friend, eat the rest, alarm sounds, cycle to uni, shuffle the word order of an essay, print it, fuck around, go to the bar,…
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THE CLUB
through forests and fogs through thickets and thin i trek through the country to get to the din but when i get to the club they don’t let me in cos i take the wrong drug and i don’t want to sing for my supper or a beer from a big bouncer thug but i…
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When…
when i began to learn to love is when i learnt to live with love and all i had was everything though all of things was not enough so off i took in search of things and things i found them everywhere and everywhere was not a place and anyone was not a face so…
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10 poemarios
I completed these 10 poemarios, which are hand-made books filled with my texts and stories and drawings photos and rimes and non-rimes, written over the years. They are organised by chapters of roughly where i was based during each phase of my life and although the titles are kind of arbitrary since i moved around…
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The Destroying of the Super Ego
When i was a child I made myself a castle In the sand The tides came I reinforced it With sand The winds blew I cemented it With sand I dug canals To irrigate it I planted flags To commemorate it; I got lost In labyrinths I left myself there Roaming the corridors And banging…
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A Poem about The Day
Sunshine and a fresh breeze But i bend to a muddy puddle Where the mud lays silted and unmoving And the water looks calm and clean enough To drink And no rain but rain; As the puddle blooms and ripples By the lightest of raindrops And the grass still wet And the sky is blue…