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Category Archives: Poetry

Apathy

The girl ́s lost miles ahead from where she stares Fog settles in her sullen eyes Quite heavily she steps off from the platform Gliding unaware  without concern or even care Apathy eats the hard until there ́s just a nub She speaks in a monotone A climate overcast with flat affect Long ago IContinue reading “Apathy”

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Yo-Hi in the Murky Sludge

Wood and concrete fuse with rot If only these walls were permitted to speak What value can one hold in light when it highlights death Persistent admonition that there’s nothing left Relapse, At first just a fracture  These damning demons are oblivious to most However I nurse them and raise them and cherish them AcceptingContinue reading “Yo-Hi in the Murky Sludge”

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Petty Little God

Let us take a moment to recall Cain ́s slop Besotted on Luluwa ́s sweet nectar he demolished Able ́s skull And the hemoglobins were sucked up by a parched earth And guess what happened next? God got his panties in a bunch To be fair his rationale isn ́t without merit Need I remindContinue reading “Petty Little God”

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Catalyst

At the axis we find a source of decay and the blight spreads What are we left with, to govern the arid and depleted? we wander as white  maggots wiggle in empty sockets Modicum mutter takes a seated journey I can’t help that I harvest disdain for silly games Instructing comportments like a marionette there’sContinue reading “Catalyst”

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I Drink to the Hypersane

I call to the nescient believers of television gods It goes without saying that a great many are away We remember the bygones of some lost battle Babbling fools left with a head full of mental hornets You know that it’s trivial to even finger the ill these days I need to ask this question,Continue reading “I Drink to the Hypersane”

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Something Witchy

enticing and charming, she ́s got potent seduction Subdued and silky with lustrous skin That culling song teases, evokes me outside of society Her fair complexion ́s absorbed in the full moon’s glow I find myself inebriated by a bloody and deranged ballet Elegance delivers the long knives into the  abdomen of pigs Sadie ́sContinue reading “Something Witchy”

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Tired Corpse

The girl ́s lost miles ahead from where she stares Fog settles in her sullen eyes Quite heavily she steps off from the platform Gliding unaware, without concern or even care Apathy eats the hard until there ́s just a nub Shé speaks in flat monotone An overcast climate with flat affect Long ago IContinue reading “Tired Corpse”

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Worm Population

Sure, there were hints, the whispers and rambling That’s when I felt the electricity rise through my chakras until I could taste the acrid A worm with wings was her allure, it was clear that she sensed it The lunar pull, I dragged her into my orbit Initially I was taken aback by the pristineContinue reading “Worm Population”

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Crucified Excrement

The busted brass trumpets blare, held by tone deaf lepers Apocryphal Godheads shiver to see me thrive in the grey Left to gawk at the cretins who secreat lamb piss Those left adrift suffocate in the squalor of drugs and sex How many spurious cunts had the misguided lord molested Ripped from the womb andContinue reading “Crucified Excrement”

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