Tag: poetry
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Obscure Gods
I won’t write about obscure gods. I won’t give them boundaries and show them where their power fades. I won’t recite adorations with awkward pauses from rough timed line breaks that forces others to think of them for once. I won’t share myself with them but will leave them starving in darkness so that they…
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How To Become A Worthless Abomination
Tea and cookies: optional.
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Flow
I’m dry. The pen is full. It sits impotent on the chaste paper. So many words slosh within it, yet no movement marks the time. Because I’m empty. Despite the wet nib. I can’t think of prompt nor pandering. The gods are safe from my teasing this night, let them rest. I have nothing. Ink…
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An Answer
“I started that shit!” Yes. You did. And wonderfully so! How bitter then to now hear how this cruel mortal wrenches it awry. I would be amiss and wrong to play my tin soured tune before that which causes gold to tarnish in the presence of perfection. Forgive me! I am drunk. Those flowers entice…
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A Phileo’s Confession
I want to thrill you. I want to wake every nerve with electric shivers and wakened desire. I want to make you question the nature of deity and drive you to blaspheme by demanding gold to shine. What cruel phileo I bear for you. That I consider my greatest gift to be any teasing clap…
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An Unintended Offering
The lilacs are blooming. I have never made the acquaintance of their fragrance. Only the artificial imitations peddled in the market. How much like you. The howling continues. I hear the voices clearly on the wind and recognize you. I hear your laughter cleanest in the frauds in the market. This too, is you. The…
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The Science of the Cards
Science tells me the paper is being warmed by my hands. Science tells me the paper is inert and nonreactive. Science tells me the paper is a construct without cognition. The cards tell me they are eager for work. Science tells me the deck is made warm by friction. Science tells me the deck retains…
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Swamp Manners
Eyes in the trees. Teeth in the water. Don’t bother the crone and the crone won’t bother. Bites on the legs. Webs in the face. Better know your manners and better know your place. Trees hide the sun. Weeds hide the deep. Don’t speak of anything you wanted to keep. Bones for the gnawing. Meat…
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Dead Twice
Life poured for you the sweet. Death poured for me the bitter. But I’m the one that’s alive. Dead twice, but still living. Life poured for you to spilling. Death poured for me one swallow. But I’m the one that’s breathing. Dead twice, but still kicking. Life yielded you what you wanted. Death forced me…
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A Drink
Rum and pepper and spice and heat. Drums that tell the heart how to beat. Dicks and cunts and fucking tongues. High fru clothes wrecked in low fru funs. Here. On the house. Rum. Games and players and bets and marks. Masks and airs and would-be sharks. Tables and corners and bars and dirt. Old…