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Applebuyer

Gold band above the filter like an ouroboros born in a philtre

If she forgets to buy my apples, I make sure to pout when she walks in to guilt her

My sleeve is strapped with false heart, my heart wrapped in ticker tape, a wicked ticker ever was one and in bad shape

The shape of a heart on a valentine’s card a lot more like a perky tart’s arse or a weird guitar

Than what a chest comprises, where with pride it rises

Where every beloved rose that left my irises resides.

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Ishtar

It’s Berlin the museum

Eight gates separate the great from the dust 

The eighth adorned with animal faces, graced with sky hues rubies and jacinths

Adjacent the golden steps of great temples

There is no complacent way to tend an eternal flame

The frame of the world, its high lofty domes, made them fine architects

Windows angled west better to barter for a subsequent sunset

The solar sojourn she sinks into the worldwomb, tomb of Time

House of Amenti, lsis laments Osiris tamarix entombment at Byblos the balance upset

Set upbraids his greenskinned brother who raised the lands to life

Set will praise his greenskinned other when his missing parts unite.

Great walls raised up impressively

Passively dominant 

Slaves with jewelled bellies gyrate in suspended cages over thoroughfares where Ishtar masturbates 

Tower tip the sky rakes, camel backs breaking in the wake of trade’s traffic

Fist-sized diamonds raised up in Africa, where Solomon and Sheba laid

Sheep are laid out with open bellies, alley smelly with death

Flies like halo Beelzebub in throbbing murmurations, thong the 

Susurrations in the highest tower wish strife on thy nations

Babel’s proudest flower, Nimrod’s brick carnation

Angels teach us alloys magics in trinity

Our horns Ur haunt with doleful threnody

Babes are given up unto war-mad Marduk

Sickle swords, questions when Mars shook

The Gods themselves in infinite power glower at the pride of man

The bull of Heaven pacified, star maps of the antient Chaldea

Priests usher acolytes into fear tunnels, runnels run the wall’s length beneath the dunes

Inducing the mysteries.

Nimrod in the Lord’s sight smites the beasts of the field

Everything within sight is his, its rissom bounty his yield

Land they steal back from the desert mark with Lamashtu

Winged steed with manlike features to ward off creatures

They will eat us so they burn the bricks repeatedly

Pile and heap them, mound them mould them into history

The bricks you bring, and each must bring some, build from bitumen

That another avenging flood’s angry rain will not end the reign of men.

Ten horses aside can bestride its vast leys

Overhead the orb of the Smiter cruelly blazes

Sacred sows batting tails, beneath canopy lazing

Dust caked where backbreaking they break bricks

Everyday here is exactly the same

Work at the tower, worship a flame

Nimrod’s foremen cruel voices strident

A man’s death symbolised by a trident

Expendable the dismal lives of slaves

Toe dip shallow their cairnless graves  

Idents from the lives of idols bedeck the walls between the ivories

Under threat of death diviners prise out glad tidings, pleasing ides

Birds reveal sweet throated secrets deep with their breasts cleaved

Eyes inset with bulging aquamarines, amethysts to take your breath away

A lunula of beaten gold lined with diamonds against Her ample breast lay

Armies line the board’s opposing poles, the great game of Ur is played

Nimrod lets them win, firms swaying loyalty, ensures the piper’s paid.

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I’d

I’d a hoe it wasn’t private

Saving Ryan on my D-Day lilo

I’d crime on mind and moved autopilot

You are a piller to match Trajan

You are quid store credit trade-in

More sides than the Mersey

Gurning like a cud chewing Jersey

I break laws subscribe only to Murphy’s

My solifying gallimaufry

Your asinine soliloquy 

Your ass at nine, no toilet seat.

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Toilet Talk

The commode rumbles like a Bonnacon used it

Contused by force of concussive shit

Vitality hit to your brand-new Duravit

If you’re looking for bogroll soz the lot I used it

Confused you wipe off on your wrist

Swear next time you will only piss.

Sometimes with shit you cannot get clear of it

Sometimes runs a car with no steering wheel

Someone turn off the running tap

Before the WC fills up with crap

You shouted but I could not hear you

A browning version, writ in fresh pooh.

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Fallout

Roll up a piff, boy

Boot up that game toy

Shining my pip boy 

Primm sheriff lost boys.

Landscape palimpsest of extinct styles, bandos where radroaches hide

Ghoul’s rusted lancet breaches my cardoor breastplate, there will be Fallout from this

Last night for supper had scorpion, half-diced a man’s daughter hungry radscorpions

Primm properly like something from a book about prospectors panning for gold

Gold’s old, new currency how cold you’ll go, how quick you’ll do a man for a good turn when he turns

When a trader comes to you flaunting the bag his brahmin copping bullets, tags and a body bag

My sack sags with caps, 

Agape I preach but no treaty’ll stay my breaching, my upreaching

Stealing from the brotherhood, my power armour the grand drama of my bare audacity

I plug the sentries, crunch doors with semtex, load up fast’n’flee.

Hazmat suit got a rip in it

It Van Winkles open, RIP enscripted

Stat check on a terminal that’s encrypted, a crypt of cryptids control of the sentries such advantage would gift us

Pureheads call the third one Van Buren

I’m not one to RP, fast cycling dialogue trees, not in any way shape or form a purist

Hardliners call me a tourist, n00bper mutant

I’m here to see what haunts the empty silos, great graves for ICBMs

Which flew like witches with wet lips from sustained posterior kissing before the End

I’m here for insane prototypes, nauseating new phenotypes

Genetically created cenobites, cultic brute nu-Aztec tribes.

Powder gangers haunt its reaches

Gates formerly part of some larger structure pray deathclaws won’t breach it

Mentat munchers made momentary hierophants, no cap I found caps in a super mutant flesh sack

Settlements squeezed for protection, be a shame if anything happened

Caesar’s legion a band of sandalled leeches 

Teachers features creatures peaches mad preachers

Night desert’s winter, under thick layers the tramp wrapped like a coaxial

Rumours from the north of birds, twice a Thunderbird, a quetzalcoatl 

Its lair in layers of squalor, unswallowed bones 

Every door is a window into a Cazadore hive.

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Last Broadcast Night Of Eclipse

The last time lights turn on before they are off

Announcing the meltdown

Forecasters cast glances down

They wear frowns

They explain what they found

On protocol expound

Told you shit would go down

Where’s the fucking iodine

Til Monday then this is Dr Frasier Crane signing off.

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Septuagint

Seven pillars the grace of Islam

Seven seals the rage of His lamb

Seventy seems plenty but not when there’s only seventy left

Seventy seven sent heavenward

Seven days but before them what word?

Seven he made like lion and eight nine

A seventh of it is iron

Seven plus five spies out of Zion

Jacob’s scion the giant’s lands spy on

The giant’s lance we die on

The hundred taled Decameron

Seven deadly sins seven continents to commit them in

Seven oceans seven winds estranged lands lost twins

Seven brides and seven brothers

Seventh son’s hand heals others.

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Trysting and Resolved

Crying pistols at dawn down the dual carriageway

Finger heavy with a jewel conferred marriageways

Your strange ways vex me and these are strange days

Blocks of sun-stealing flats where the bowler used to be

Bowling for every birthday, arcade games when we’re sixteen

Two quid pops at House of the Dead, to reload point gun offscreen

Now hawkhead CCTV your private life on a cabinet screen

Outside I’m clean and smiling but my defiled church inside choired by screams

Think yourself cream of your crop, queen of the plot, that I see your ways in every rorschach blot

That I see you in my unseen like futures brittle as lures of fiends.

Kurtz’s snail rides a razorblade, its whetted underside hard as fused rock

Meanwhile my cage is locked, bouncing a ball, mulling it all, like Steve McQueen

Unlikely we’ll see any great escape, my life is your greatest estate, efficacious asset 

My God, my guard I could sock him to what end? Double-masted or single-poled, boats careen

You cannot sit in wait for signs, you cannot outwait marriage, you cannot escape career

I feel almost as if I am carried, one last tour of my once great north, since harried

You deliver your words like a harrier dropping its payload, in swift and out the wind carries you

Other times your beauty entices shock, shock of curls like genetic spaghetti, your words gold confetti gild the razed land between us

Rare green eyes like Bastet’s prized, like emerald pried from tombs to haunt the halls of far-off shires.

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Beneath the ground the ratline tunnels rival Malta for spadework, ho chi’s hobbits run the runnel

Rabbits warriors of the warren, they drag their fallen

What evidence of conflict they do not clear the jungle sweeps away

The weight of the gear, the tang of fear

Massive crowds and massive clouds of shrooming smoke, massive glasses of something like stout made from rice, nice enough

Holes in the ground lined with wit-sharp spears, deranged GIs wearing necklaces of ears

Rumours of demon goggles and rock throwing apes, of gigantic spiders and the innermosts they traipse

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No pyrotechnics when the president comes

Manilla envelopes boxed book depository, lead spread lifeshedder the cranial suppository acquainted with a smack brain matter and tarmac 

That’s how we do when the president comes.

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Green Hell

Vietnaming names they blacked out of docs, alphabet black ops

Men sweat so much they’re made of salt

Heat trapped in by a verdant vault

Riddled fronds mark where they repelled last night’s assault

It’s so hot the gunmetal boils, hotter than I ever recall

Lightless flame and flameless light, the blameless dead in the charmless night

The guns recoil as if in horror

There is surrender with honour

There is – radio shhhed by screeching bomber

Burns from that napalm no balm will salve

A line of pleasant palms bullseyed by missile salvo.

Sailing grenades wailing at eachother like duelling banshees

Sailing downriver no one ever plucked a banjo here

Deliverance, risen up from death or fear.

Purple haze and a whole rainbow of chemicals

Mirrored aviators, copper tache with an attache case that’d stock an alchemist

Green berets caught red handed, the tower of bayoneted babies by now rancid stands for 

Unsure what my stance is, keep my boots planted

Elephantine gods who rose and reigned before the fall, their visage haunting pillars in the jungles under fog

Poison frogs throning logs, lizards the size of dogs, deep sucking bogs, rampaging feral hogs, older things that scarce evolved

Enemy presence here is strong, I can sense a thousand vietcong

Yet I cannot see a single one.

Burnt body clean up, sagging bags tagged boys inside them

War is hell his helm decrees, swoops low brests ruinous debris

Smoke smell on the breeze, a lifetime’s debriefing needed

Heli door leaners disrupt the rice harvest, shot up the crop

They shout sorry when a stray dog cops one, wordless for dead sons

Fevers out here’ll turn a man inside out, shit squirting out red like had rusted spout 

Heavy smoke session, eyes to heaven

Souls of levelled friends ascended

Life the bread’s unleavened present

Heavy rain means heavy shelling, keep Charlie at bay

Practising drills, marching in formation when jungle to single file distils

Can’t have another Tet offensive, mindset defensive

Pensieve hippy soldiers bouldered on witch finger blems

Odour from the open tentflap, disorder in the ranks

Imagine giving them an order

If each death is expensive, here is mounting debt.

Spend your birthday on sandbags

Fewest bloodstains makes glad rags

Bent double like old hags

Two gunners trading fags for mags

Send your sister a thanks card

Fresh socks, my feet wet which never mine met

On my account don’t fret 

By my count six months left

Pray my gun won’t jam, sending best to the fam

Signing off lights are shining on, sun force through dark like a battering ram.

We’re fighting ghosts 

You can’t nuke ideas

Bombing and bombing

And bombing to free us.

The Gunboat sides would scald your hole 

Flotilla fleet like a surface shoal

Forward stole, through gunfire wove

Settling smoke white as peace doves

Bullets spiral  

Turning from horrors to solace of bible

Helis saw in firing rockets

Torture victims left to mock us 

Nothing shocks us

In Hannoi line of mannish boys muddying their waters

Emptied for pointless death in goalless slaughter

The river is brown and murky, teems with scabrous form 

Every vile thing there abounds, even fish sporting horn

Da Nang is loud with bangs, Apache nose with painted fangs.

Enough rizlas to shroud a mummy, forget you miss your mummy

Mist your mind, it feels lovely, sandbags almost snugly

Out here reside villains, valiants, dalliances behind french valances

Shifted power balances, old crumbling residences

If you’re moving, keep moving like a machiavellian schemer

Under torture realized your handlers never laid out the schema.

Skeet bites itch like eczema, exert you to death out here

Every second plants feeler is a life stealer

Never been a kneeler but Rimmon’s altar appeals

An apple is peeled and placed into a stuck pig’s mouth, sides of trout and pints of cloudy stout for portly majors

Men are kept like beasts, beaten like curs, suspended until lamed in watery cages

Stages of grief, meaningless the musings of sages in a rank pit swimming with dire phages

There are no roads between hills tramped passable by steers

Artillery sinks down into bog like a corn king’s torn corpse when the rivers near.

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New poems, get involved!

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Venus fly-trapped in furtive Virgo

Psalter of flesh assaulted, long legged spider pleasure

Longing elegy scars as love's legacy