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Zack Dicks Poem
Poor men with wealthy lives are low dead
Dead and poor low mens lives were wealthy
Wealthy dead with lives poor were low men
Low and wealthy men had dead poor lives
Lives low remembering poor wealthy dead men
Wealthy lives are dead those low poor men
Poor lives are dead those low wealthy men
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You've got time to book free
So, in two weeks you're off
You've got time to pack up
You'll enjoy the travelling
Learn so much there
It'll be good for you to relax
We've got two weeks off
A count down to being free
We should pack it all up
It's stressful travelling
We'll unwind when we're there
We'll give ourselves time to relax
Today's the day I'm all packed up
I'm on my way two weeks off
I've got some time to be free
I get motion sick travelling
I'll take some pills when I'm there
Then, I'll be able to relax
No more travelling
Clothes are all sorted and hung up
What to do? I've got two weeks off
I could read by the sea in a hammock; free
I could wear sunglasses there
Have time to snooze and relax
She throws a blanket here and there
Catching the breeze as they're travelling
The parasol sways where it's put up
It's about time we shared two weeks off
So, she can let her hair go free
Bask then tan quickly and relax
You said we had no more time to relax
You didn't want to leave there
You said you were tired of travelling
You said you felt like throwing up
You'd enjoyed the time off
You said you were free
You are no longer free
We returned to a house with lights off
I say I'm fed up
I say I'm miserable from travelling
We share memories of when we were there
You say it doesn't matter where you are; just relax
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Lustrous black hangs over pale skin
Gleaming green under deities sight
Wheeling toes transfer lanolin
Watchers skill shadows this neophyte
Who's damning dexterity draws in
The old woman watching weaving
Whispering advice to halt spokes
But fibrous boasts offend mountain
War horns sound an electric warning
Arachne's eyes roll with faster strokes
Athena whets sharp javelin
Circling pressure spills lymphocyte
An emerald eyed grimalkin
Issuing challenge instead of a fight
To save face in front of kin
Anxiously she begins fabricating
Charring wood, wisping smoke
Arachne remembers old sin
Clean fingers start recording
Twenty one episodes to provoke
Woven lust impregnates linen
Details capture birthright
Divine lashes flicker, flecking venin
Mortal legs levitate, threads snap and choke
Defiant victory from the coffin
Punished and reborn with aconite
To appease her guilt for relaxed reign
Arachne is transformed and hanging
Always spinning; a masterstroke
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Upholstered flesh is wetted with a single stroke
Thumbs clasp and rotate
Ribs click with an enhanced inhalation
Consequences of a little death
Tissues consume bloat
Drain and wither
Free radicals creep into closed eyes
Flecks are swept like stars of dust
Behind shutters wide pupils flex
A peated tongue tenses
An oesophagus glows engorged
Sweet vanilla lingers
Mingled with formaldehyde
There is no tomorrow
The LED red says twelve zero one
Bulbs have soft rainbow halos
In a blur of blue grey
Addled thoughts vacate for one voice
Plasma releases its cargo of cyanide
Knots loosen
A cranium rolls and a crow sings
Dishevelled brows descend
A skeleton is exposed
Cheeks rise
An alternate being rises
A flat metallic switch is weighted
And poisons are held inside
A marigold illumination fades
And Black edges are defined
A pulse reverberates in a temple
A decision is made
Carcinogens are pushed
A door is fired a quarter circle
And rubber echoes on glass
Time for round two
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Obedience is vital
Join the front-line fray
Conscription is essential
Answer the war call
Warships want mêlée
Obedience is vital
Apathy is fatal
Battle breaks in the bay
Conscription is essential
Be the hero and stand tall
Join us today, go without delay
Obedience is vital
Get your SLR and fight
Help secure the water-way
Your conscription is essential
Taliban snipers will see you fall
Their aim is sharp and won't stray
Obedience is vital
Your conscription is essential
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Fingers
Blue
From
Cold
Ice
Shines
Compact
Under
Foot
Snow
Falls
Bodies
Drop
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Pulses drown saturated elvers
As a crescent delivers it's catch
White bellied roaches slap and disperse
Pierced and broken suckers latch
Flushed forearms lock with a match
Bleached fingers curl fiercely
Cartilage and rods attach
Each standard raised taking a liberty
Vectors detonate a verse
Chassis release their clutch
Barbels gulp at a netted hearse
Miniscule painted boulders scratch
Humble timber bows with a screech
Discordant sea gulls sing their liturgy
Their hymns bellowed to receive a batch
A veneration
Before performing their red tipped ritual snickersee
The unbaptised draw a curse
Glossed umber in a ditch
The razorback plows a course
To encumber every stitch
A gullet evacuates an itchy apology
A heretic mutters a retorting blasphemy
Fulminations boom and detach
As cumulonimbi reload their artillery
Skulls stoop in sunless pitch
Anointed mantras convene for mercy
Receptacles are laden and rich
Weighted and blessed by her divinity
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Tips slide on smeared plastic
A decision is mulled
With a mantra of “Ah”
A muscle curls on lips
A ritual is completed
A summoning has been made
A Wizard scribes a spell
And stabs a wand into parchment
An alchemist perspires in stained robes
His spiced feet rolling damp powders
While fur-lined arms are coated
With primordial makeup
Meat is seared
A cage is knocked on wet steel
An ambiguous fish is baptised
In melted fat, flour and malted hops
The blind browning beast floats
A bubble of batter splatters
And forms a drifting island
Chunks of slaughtered perennial nightshade
Are Launched
Splashing in a puff of oil
An oversized chrome spoon scrapes
A pot of coagulating orange
Excess nuggets of crushed haricot
Are tapped back to a collective
The pot approves with a
Plop Plop Plop
A dial rotates and clicks
Metal rattles and vibrates
A creature is drained
Cuboids crackle outside of their bath
A disc is weighted by their combination
And at its curved edge 26 refugees
Hide under a starchy canopy
The Mage arrives exactly
When the platter is placed
With Talons pointing down
The Thaumaturge pinches green
Over a corpse
A rough thick dip is
Scooped and slung
Then, a plump proportion of fleshy pulp
Is dropped
To bleed on grease
The Sorcerer strides
And shoulders do not bob
The ceramic oval is landed
With no noise
“Thank you for your patience”
“Enjoy your meal”
“Ooh can I have some sauce?”
“Yeah, what would you like?”
“Barbecue sauce, lots of Barbecue sauce.”
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I hid
Bricks formed into a patchwork ochre cuboid
The planet
One side in unforgiving chill
And the other
Nauseating dry light
I hid
To avoid a swollen face
And sores on my head
No desire to become an eighties horror victim
To counter the boxed equinox cool
I tanned water
Released refined stimulants
And lactic secretions
The shadows were faded but still shields
Even at their stretched translucent corners
But a spiced wind tricked
And whetted a need for wetness
Plastic clashed and rolled
On the seared and warped laminate
Toes thumped
A T-Rex charge
To the kitchen
We, however, spoke of banal
Boring, grown up tediousness
Spent leaves rustled in black
A stained spoon
Rattled and ricocheted
To bleed on steel
My weathered pale lips pressed
And did a series of tiny sips
In the shrunken extension
I reengaged the exchange
And contrived
A blueprint for the next 168 hours
Then IT happened
I felt flesh tickle
On his palms and patellas.
Just in plain white pants.
One peck.
On top of my right foot.
"What are you doing?"
"You told me. That in some
Places people kiss each
Others feet to show them.
That.
They love them.
And.
I.
I LOVE YOU."
My chest felt hollow
And my legs felt magnetised
Consecrated by a toddler
I hesitated mid inhalation
And descended to pray
A spine formed a low bridge
As I kissed both of his soft feet
Twice
It was one of the greatest gifts I ever received
All I could say was
"Thank You"
I squeezed his
Naked chest
I was washed by a lobster pigment
And in three seconds a blink away from a tear
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Out of the window are backs of houses
A faint sound of slow gutter-water
Outside is dry and crystal cold
The garden grass is black
Nets dull bedroom bulbs from sight
Altering shadows created by TV
Lamp posts turn the sky to crimson
Switch flicks amber to the right
Woman at window sets flesh free
Downstairs comes into view
Blue kitchen glows, a cold-cut feasting fright
Half naked man tears up poultry
Squares are filled with darkness
Lazy air is the only noise at midnight
Lights extinguish leaving low visibility
There is only black and red
There are no stars
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