B. Sven Telander Poems

The affair of the poisons dragged on,
In the chambre ardent, the burning court,
Momus, Son of Night, finder of faults with tongue
Sharpened in sanctioned grumble,
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In the land where
the ugly people played
with big toys there
and shat upon
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...a trio of portal runner excursionists escape their fallen world;
the Telecon Men of the Final Rendering
have swarmed this sphere
by saturation of culling unending...
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Conundrum at dusk for the oracle echo,
so tired of capacious bedevilment,
predictable desideratum, plectics and period doubling,
tenebrous dilettantes’ curse,
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Faded gray slate baited again,
a lurch through the touch
of what was frozen
at the curse of will be
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Ed Replica discovered his skull in a box
obscured by Grand Guignol dream,
slit his wrists with Occam’s razorblades,
amazed by potency of addictive desire,
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...surrepetitions, questioners of perception, conceptual debunkers, myth deflators,
faith minimizers, professional contrarions- all peruse the perversity prospectus,
gods and bombs with loud alarms,
joy of children’s chorus screaming,
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All those tales told in
days of spittle and bone,
links of ether hiding
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That damn affinity for automatons,
liberating window open for valid
spectators, innermost identity-
a mystery specter; examinations are
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The boy drinks a phantasmal
liquescent homunculus
of manhood;
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