Category: Poetry
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Red Sun Panic
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Black myth hymns Rattle the rafters The gong of peace turns to war Jelly cobras hiss and spit As the bombs fall on the Pacific Man churns toil over oil And I need to crawl out of my skin today Like I have the greyscale And I’ll turn into a Stone Man in the Sorrows Read more
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Acid Throat
Wind and rain Pain of insane Windmills clucking The flat, green Netherlands Catastrophic rainbows Exploding on the edge of time Acid traveling up my body A morning jolt of burn Dropping from a dream And startled into reality Light through the curtains Thunder pounding the walls The rain has subsided Like the nervous acid traveling Read more
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This Warm Noc
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I am nothing this noc A rare disturbance A human coil of turmoil No one ever loved They just whipped A human cigarette butt Burned up Tossed away I feel like a blank page No words to scratch Just crooked lines to scribble Blood-spent quill Scratching emptiness Yet a rage inside To be comatose In Read more
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Mass Hole of Burden
On a train Looking out a window As some other world goes rushing by Then I remember How a coffee shop smells How a hospital smells How one of those old-time Kmart stores smells The popcorn and the floor wax Cheap clothes and plastic Saddened people There’s some metallic kiddie ride outside of the store Read more
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The Land of the Lost
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Cacophonic dreams Places never seen In the mind ride of Neptune Orange rinds scattered about the surface Domed palaces Deep forests Stone ruins A green sky Sixteen moons to gaze upon No masses of humans to distort the days and nights The sounds around are prehistoric It truly is, the Land of the Lost And Read more
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Gnomes of Rebuttal
Here I am Crushed like red pepper Flakes of food For a golden fish in a water tank The river flows outside my door But always stays in the same place Listen to it now Move over rocks Fall and swirl Pushing the trees aside As if they were theatre curtains Carving a new way Read more
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On a night at 11:37
The plastic streets Are full of fear and neon The ghosts of history erased Clamber the halls of these Our derailed dreams Main streets motionless Emotionless Box after box Horrid holes Dusty windows filtering light Threadbare yellow pins Hopeless muscles move against wishes A painter fills a cup A writer runs a till These senseless Read more
CEREAL AFTER SEX 