Tag: father
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Bombyx mori
I cannot rage against the dying of the light- rage against the tide the callous or the morning // Early doors, she the veiled beauty glides Black silk in ribbons over palest skin And the dimple of a hip joint. the finest fingers veritably ravel back unto the spool. // Essence, fury, love, and loss…
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Wrung
The stench of it sickens the worms And the pull draws mountains and men Reimagined tranquility Down to your knees in it // I’d drown in it Gladly die in it Something else, innit // But for a curl and a dream and a whim Build up breeze blocks Bury the magnets in piles of…
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Inheritance
Step 1: Stuffy pent up waiting and fuzz Curled in the corner railing Some cage-bound cosmic chimp sans chain Same key: XXX Ad infinitum Hamlet, some other poor fuck’s problem // 1 year- 9 month- 1 week Chips off the block Sorry, Pa Mustn’t be easy To see the same chafing pendulum Step 12: Swing…
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The land-once pulled tight across
The land-once pulled tight across Now tarries on descent The canyons, craters, the crust is crowned Magma still pulses the deep // Rapid to myters stall the keyboard soaked in tequila and gin. // Dried upon the sides of a foldable chair straighten- The sheets of an army boy’s queen // A world of grief…
The Humdrum Epicurean 