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Cut and Seen

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Depraved corpse grin single serving plutonium light up my life crowded meanderings in sloven solitude burden of proof fall through my roof killing my wife and kids today tomorrow, God willing return favors throw the larger stone vestigial demesnes of dark dynasty larders full with broken bones Giger portraits of hunger prancing lust at the mini-mall mini bar miniature minds mini skirmishes combating combative compassionate characters contemplating corrosion cornerstone concomitance combining correlations creating chaotic conditions compelling connotations considering compliance court ordered conundrums cut and scene seen to be one or the other not both or none eat your cake and … Continue reading Cut and Seen

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Lingering Shadows

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I linger in shadow course by stone Norse winter snow-white tangible thoughts she brings weep, o weep for us a pallor mortis crosses crowded feuds feasting, furrowing forces fade a scar upon my face in measure I linger in shadow you know my name but I do not seek your hand you are not mine to claim wilden beasts of yore fallen have I seen travail in many travels victory and honor have suffocated me, dulled my spear brought ruin upon my sunlight it all falls away softly litany of solace written in sandstone collars of gold make lovely bindings … Continue reading Lingering Shadows

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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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Chilling Salt

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cross the center exposing nerve steel against darkness, bite for feeling numb shifting eyes forage naked souls in green ice invigorate the empty shell, burn burn burn the banners bodies step on the wind at city gates, painted runic vibrations saving our souls as carve into monolith speak quickly virulent emotional warp, a stand for nothing in common decency decays awash in decadence, dementia dance with the pipers and learn well the song obey the masters, everyone has directions for use Noose around neck tie silly notions aspire gain the world and lose some principles an easy trade, killing machines … Continue reading Chilling Salt

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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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Circles

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An inference of platitudes a circle and defining latitude, a foreign thought, a cross across sovereign skies intertwined tales of lassitude a 3 pence secret and yellowed articles that speak of it In front of the old brownstone with the oaken door a brass knob turned the opening thereby, gaining entry in time born of an odd soliloquy the remnant unfettered I noticed it changed your gait left unlocked, the gate swung in silently on freshly oiled hinges privy to the partly secluded, you saw the closing once you spoke of the orange Tom-cat asleep on the porch. Certain you … Continue reading Circles

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Somewhere In an Opera

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I bite my tongue and watch blood trace patterns of words I do not Know I wish I could die or become something more engrave your whys into their thoughts begin to understand you fools love has, is and always will be your favorite illusion so drive me home after the opera your scorn can follow me to my door but it is not allowed to come in there are demons tearing at my eyes folding visions into pills forcing me to enjoy the trip saving my feelings for the day when your eyes no longer lie alas, to wait … Continue reading Somewhere In an Opera

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Minutes, Pt.2

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https://ramjetpoetry.wordpress.com/2017/02/27/minutes-pt-1/ Keep with the forced faith read your instructions strike in hatred for it will cleanse or destroy us delicately no one can feel the indolent passage of too much time, osmosis of the dangers fear spawned fool in mud-field given implements of demise the sounds of atonement have no purpose increase your production by sleeping with the lepers he pained to hear her name driving through shell shock the endless weave a scrambled stream of thread leading to nowhere I must speak, whom will live not caring for the inbred dogs, so much cattle in chains, debase your ignorance … Continue reading Minutes, Pt.2

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Patterns

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the touch of the taste of patterns in my drying mouth forgone conclusions river rise in the summer south you will never quiet someone like me ever again the combustible secret stolen out under you my friend seeking signing soiree eyes dark raven black point movements in rhythm quaking tearing at the joint mobile massive missives masticate unnerve today fate many times over the process unable replicate another missing picture faded on the crumbling wall hand and head and feet and ears ringing drowned doll I don’t recognize featured masque becoming my mother hearts outside beating peaks hands not of … Continue reading Patterns