Tag: words
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the artist
not 7teen of them please no. seventeen of them. Part pink and gold, yes but seventeen of them. Seventeen
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And All Becomes Extinct
Oh no, More than a blip. A mountain in landscape, Falling deep into the caverns. I cant help myself, But i should. I must, Unless this is dead. And all becomes extinct.
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Teenage, Going on Dead
I awoke to a black sky, But the droplets of rain were pink, purple and pale blue; Shimmering on pane. A pounding base raising from the floor below, Fucking throbbing; Pinky Fararge! As i knit, To the slow pace of growing teeth.
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Something Anything
Drifting on while they play video games. Looking for meaning or regret. A time filler. Something, anything. Waiting to die, or balloon. Or both. Are they waiting also. Maybe we should talk about it. My life is for you now, as i can’t be bothered any more. Soon it will be for her also. This…
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The Last Two Lines
Dark and exquisite, Half Arab, Half apostle, As tight as her, Glistening in half my age. © PinkyBinks
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Lost Post: Meow Miaow
La Luna higher than my spirit, evidencing there is a universe beyond earth, beyond here, beyond this. Twenty Four hours after hearing organs rattling inside this hollow cavity, kidneys pushing out ” The Shit “. Lost for a moment then lost for four days, silly me. Black Monday came so fast. So far from last…
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Milked Like a Bitch
The Stallion chooses fruit over beer, I choose beer over fruit. Nutrients to feed his hard strong body, Liquid shit to feed the hanging flesh on bones. Lying in sand, Wet from the sea, As I sit and write, Like a bitch that’s just been milked. Below my skeleton is beautiful, It’s just the surrounding…
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Spin: The Things We Do For Love
Hey little fella, I’ll buy a pest repeller, Hide under an umbrella, And fly with a propeller, Break both of my patella, Bend spoons with Uri Geller, Go see a fortune teller, Drink fifty cans of Stella, Eat balls of Mozzarella, Suck toes of David Mellor, Be ill with salmonella, Turn orange Donatella, We sing…
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Baaarrrr II – The Purpose of Sheep
A poet. Yes with a King Charles spaniel and up-lighters. Market stalls and wondering dick heads at chav night. Fuck you. Sun a March born miracle. Now gone split glimmer of bright light. Motorway, Anticipation and cherish like yesterday pluss. I see them again. Tiny sheep, furry birdies, #babysheepflesh, As one would expect as we…
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Birds in Vests
Powder, White, Laying on twigs, Invading tiny nests, Frozen wings, The birds need vests, When feathers fail.
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Like Thoughtful Meat
Where is spring? Sunset holds the breath, Where are days watching light orbit earth? Gone the orb, the cusp of heartbreak. . Positivity clawing from black, An impossibility it’s true, Remaining powerless, Like thoughtful meat.
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Haunted All the Way By You
. One hundred million degrees below freezing, And Natasha buttoning up her eyes, Clap clap. . Bubbling oil heats the cell of cosy, As the pull of the future helps cavernous walnuts snap into another rise; Fingers crossed. . As routine marsupials splash with vigor, Running like cats away from litter. . Winter pallet shifts a tone…
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