Tag: Prose

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Pallid

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tremendous impacts the words of labor become mainstream sugar cube swept from initial feelings taken by abuse and ping times never did you exist…. just dreaded and dreamt of melancholy a sweetness of desperation labyrinth of the hurting should we go on entertaining the death, are we going to far? not to notice the starving, decadent kissing men in modern legalities organize the unions of hate solve nothing but create uncanny comprehensions perception distorted depressions breathe in the confusion we drown in dust and aluminum get into the rhythm of disobedience poetic verse speaks soft, selling you the nonsense and … Continue reading Pallid

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InJest

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corduroy gap cover mouth ingest frosted agony seeping sloven slaughter of the in-between of loves and loss jingle jingle boss man taking Talis and cocaine burden family with insolence fail to rebel in the revolution cacophony of protest protesting against the opposition’s protests par for the course, 4 Intuit the amalgamation of sufferance pish posh magpie catch a parasite in blood and eye twist and shout black frame gods eating pixels at 3am ignorant of the perils and pleasures of the flesh and bone throne upon tone of the operator intones the catastrophic news flooding the fires with personal bombs … Continue reading InJest

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Poetry Is Me

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Aurora, bore me Alice fled from my responsibilities with a stolen smile and a London overcoat sickly sweet surrenders and citron martinis just another Armageddon Wednesday gaunt debutante sambas your salsa burns baby where I go will you follow me to show me all I can never know? grandfather of no one miasma of that great era it tears at tears and fears forests of folly fending famished fiends of fire hydrochloric acid words educate my body in your ways I am feeble and scrambled like a short wave under water running a hustle, bustle slinging my game out on … Continue reading Poetry Is Me

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Today’s News

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Indelible, the touch of the restless dementia hours of nothing dedicated to the honors we are pleased to abhor in small plaid workings of the horse’s hair shouting mayhem in stocks bonds straining against the drying out of decency we manipulate the ruins just to see what comes out of my madness is beautiful too far gone in this muddy water blues gripping the railing about the digging of my bones pirating another soul  with cash money brothers, am I my brother’s keeper of bees in my bonnet and the tearing away of starlet dancing survivors on tv surviving in … Continue reading Today’s News

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SoapBox

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impoverish threats ram jagged caustic noise derelict ionic cameras burning skin and private parts meticulous malicious For the greater good For the safety of your neighborhood A matter of national security not for sale? not in the mood Precision, incise implement action plan to renovate the failures level this level bar who you are, there is no care for you for no one cares that you were hurt before we fixed the caring that you are to be forced into by those who are supposed to listen and abide to you, oxymoronic, no? purge with noxious toxic bane flood the … Continue reading SoapBox

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Human

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configuring the distance of an instance in an instant metaphysical caresses coalesce into guesses and the current currently stresses the truth of the veracity of the false because causes are causing such waves I am afraid to be capsized by the fears that are made the best guess is to find some comfort in what love is around you and surrounds you with the feelings of safety and to encourage those feelings too, in those who find themselves in two Sense is sensing the insistence that all these persisting notions are just temporary commotions I have to believe that relief … Continue reading Human

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Homage

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Homage play the dimpled down players and dulcet toned naysayers they want to push it, feed shit, under grit sand bone force fit downtime with the metronome ugly malcontent, half-spent allegory breathing life where there was none before a yellow door, another whore no wife where there was one before Impersonate the impersonators to elevate your charitable collage Intrude upon the thistles sharkskin boots shining like the predators they once were soles find windpipes pop like tarts getting toasted on cold nights in an opioid gulag suburb callous calculations cogitate upon the sum of one in your best homespun even … Continue reading Homage

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Prophet

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“It’s all lust and ashes”, quotes the filthy eyed prophet a squawking raven on swept sidewalk panoramic vision of her purview a lo mein domain, noodle boxes discarded chewing old bottle caps and spouting love songs the lowly fool cursed with the wisdom of gods she tends to dance a jig around the lunch hour what she prances for I do not presume to know there is a golden bell she keeps in breast pocket a broken, anguished sound it makes or at least I think so her eyes are of the wolf they speak of winter and indomitable spirits … Continue reading Prophet

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Garbage

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all right this way It’s garbage time in my headspace time to take out the trash Betty Lou is in the corner committing 4 ton murder on her younger years Zombie and the boys bopping down back streets virile mouths spitting fire walking tall for no reason none at all I’m rolling dice on my friend with a gin and soda grin fuck your twist of lemon make it bitter a heavy hitter square up to the sound come round It’s garbage day in my town why’s it so hard to come down? It is the 3 days that kill … Continue reading Garbage

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Burning Blue

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Sign the cue right into two fell through their purview coming to and the blue is burning with a brutal poignancy the unimaginative minds conjugate the travesties disconsolate meander to the mean without bounds fend off one’s hound unfettered furlough we swing low the carrion tattooed into steel an unmaker in the carry-on savage the wing with forced respite festival of shameless infatuation the blue is burning dropping dreams with ash and nickel sleepy in the pure air another life in breath the compulsion to shout goodbye mysteries to be tried in the eyes we seem to reach another lie … Continue reading Burning Blue