Tag: writing
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MOTHERS
the mother screams in painthe sheets are wet like raina bloody screaming mess expelledand upside-down by ankles held…with big bright eyes and light soft hairholding on to legs of chairwhen things fearful are detectedlift and hug and kiss expected…in all the street there’s no disputeeverybody says she’s cuteconfident in song and dancedoted on by all…
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8:38
i’ve reached the ideal: 8:38 not too early and not too late sit upon a dead tree, listen to the sounds of fair-day music on the football grounds survey the woods from a mossy throne moonlight shattered like broken bone 8:38 is still my favourite numerological (twice-repeating) timestamp in the 12 hour clock. whenever i…
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ANOTHER PASSAGE TO THE WOODS
another passage through the woods another passage to the woods the bleak winter is caving in the snowdrops pop their heads again the wily deer that can’t be found leave hoof prints on the soggy ground the river runs past sad and brown i throw it a stick but it just sinks down and the…
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EVERY BIRTH
every birth is a rebirth every garden an eden each person is old earth every death is a freedom deceased meat and vegetable matter help us get a little fatter blood placenta, piles of dung the sullied beds from where we sprung a chicken’s breast is so delicious the slaughterhouse is where it’s sliced a…
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FROONING
freely frooning in my sleep, i fear not the frost, but in this flimsy and forbidding foundry, a formidable phalanx of philanthropists forbiddenly formulate faux farms, festering farcicle frost for fame, freedom and fun. frowningly, the freak frogfish from afar were finally unfrozen. they flew through the ozone no go zone, and familied frillions of…
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DISHWASHER REPRESENT
standing in a kitchen washing up pots time to kill so i sit down lots lowest member of the staff no point denying man now i’ll try my hand at a yellowy frying pan if i say it’s for the dollar it would sound like i’m lying man my life in a kitch and i…
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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…