Tomcat's inner visions in Ireland (his inner Eire
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I.
First assault attempt:



Grafunkelstoned
or tortured by dirty jest,
fired upon by massive weapons
of me-distruction,
exploding into
Garfunkels finely greysteinish
mini-afro and Frank-
by a shelleymaire
stein and then stoned,

I, the poet-me-is-to-me
is one daring who*
and am whipped into
deliciously delirious desires
by machine-oiled
female thighs rocking
hard against him/me
hit me
a massive explosion.

II.

Decamped by Davids



Her thoughts are gyrating** about her idiocentric world alone.
Hesitantly we're Camp-Davididdlin
but prefer belfeasting upon on
St George's out-Crossed
Union of Jekylls.
Almost as if not for just for
vile male fights' delights
it mattered

to whom?

The press?

III.

De-famine


Béal Feirste
is mouthing
more sandbanks
as needed to
defeminize.

Biffawst***, be fist
but open it up!


And I am your
newest Halo.
Hello!

As if for your religion
was worth it to die
for ever, ever

I sigh
and just
- drowning myself in
another disgraced-by-me glass
of how-d-you.cum-on-me-best
I-lique.our. )

---
*Gallagher o'course
**Yeats' Sailing to Byzantium
*** = Belfast in Scottish Gaelic
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#2
that was interesting. I've read it 4 times and i feel i need to read it more to fully get it. The structure was on point the content was very thought provoking.

Your first stanza was second favorite to the last. Not saying the meat wasn't good but your conclusion and beginning were the best imo.
Isn't It Evil to Live Backwards~Loaded Lux


I'm Batman, act up and I'll squeeze Hecklers/You'll die before the first clip drops, Heath Ledger!
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#3
oh, I never saw this. thank you, Arriedo!


cheers
Serge
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