England
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Orifice Clouds
The spirited heartbreak Of the witch harpooned The effervescent moon Drifting dream beams The sauce of life The sauce of the sky Stars and ravens up so high I see sleep And the structures of man Dust hobbits and wolverine people Traverse the Earth I am walking Northbog Ridiculous perimeters Sea urchins and starfish Stop… Continue reading
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Hotel Hectic
I sat on the corner of Hectic Street and Blasphemy Lane, waiting, swamped in the neon gasses of Hotel Hectic and purely beyond, and checking my watch every two minutes and wondering if your train has arrived or if you just said “fuck it, love is a waste of my taste.” And I evaporate near… Continue reading
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Thunder Owls
With a book to read and a bite to eat I plagiarize my wounds The stone archway is a shelter from the rain Through Old England searching Voices arguing in the distance Clomping hooves on the bridge overhead Yellow lamps Their light desperately reaching out Through the bursting torrents of water Thunder owls howl through… Continue reading
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