Pop goes your weasel
in mellifluous cloud
of unknown gasses
carotid arteries of the woe-begones
I can no longer think
with a hole in my head
Incontinent, as time
shits the slow minutes
that weep through the barrier
of ill intentions and seep out
like plasma onto the subsurface
of our minutiae
retrovirus of pandemic
spreading fingers inside a body
to enrapture and assimilate
for the survival of the whos and whats
and the gun-metal wants of
the wardog rabid malcontent
I have witnessed biting
his fleas in my fenced back yard
electric eyes don’t blink and never
shed tears on what they witness
staring fixed at all or none
conversion 2.0 is fear
massive convictions are fraught
in netting, pulled from the C’s
of negligence and commonality
through a fit to give what you get
voting downtown hard times
convolute the meanings
and instead homesteaders
and ranchers continue to like rabbit
Partridge tastes better in 7.62
standing for the amended bills
of the poor headed stalkers
of black web fallacy
a have the right
conspiracy of nonviolence
pointed finger at the corpse
shivering in the dark
covered with the miasma
of knowing
that it could have been
just another day
how to prevent the unpreventable
is a question that must be asked
by all who stand in the darkened
hall of mirrors
little tremors of remorse
shaking foundations
in the aftermath
of arithmetic
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Damn. This is amazing, OP!
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Thanks so much Eric 🙏
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Reblogged this on Kindra M. Austin and commented:
Olde Punk throwing down at RamJet Poetry. ❤
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❤✌
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Fantabulous!
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Thank you AP
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Reblogged this on Brave and Reckless and commented:
Olde Punk shakes the foundation at RamJet Poetry
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