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Sock It To ‘Em

Sock It To ‘Em

Right foot curse

Can it get any worse

As you’re walking along

And you feel it going wrong

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Sock’s halfway down

Causing you to frown

Writhing in your shoe

And you don’t know what to do

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Do you stop and lift

Sort the socky rift

Or carry on your trip

While your sock does slip

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How on Earth can it be

That your sock becomes free

It lingers on your toe

While you’re moving on the go

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The left stays on

While your right has gone

How did this start

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The Coring of the Flesh

The Coring of the Flesh

(Happy Halloween. Here’s a poem from a forthcoming Filmic Cuts. It’s vaguely inspired by the madness and Old Gods of Lovecraft, with a Poe-like stanza to it. Either way, I hope you enjoy – OJ)

It all began

As these things do

On a cold November dawn

Nineteen-hundred and twelve

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I commenced work

Into the night

At Miskatonic Hospice

A place of dank and rot

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To Cornwallace

To Cornwallace

(Inspiration comes from funny places. Here is something I wrote about a recent holiday. I kinda like it, hope you do too. Look for it in a future Filmic Cut, land of other poetry like Sense. – OJ)

I am off to Cornwallace

To seek myself a Cart

Were it dwells on wet shores

Where my story, will soon start

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I travel from the Wyc

Upon steam-powered trap

And there, I shall decamp

Into the mighty Das Cap

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