Poetry
By the-real-jaw
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The Parasite Pities Its Host
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The Freshness of the First and Foremost of the Finest of the Lines
All philosophies condense to a line, with time, and all songs dwindle to a single sooty melody and even if you sawed the locks off your senses even...
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god's mess
I stepped into my shadow I sank into the techno hole edged by neon fronds against a blood-red sky under the falling beating of the Great Hammered One...
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manic epiphany in new york city
deep in the shining circulatory system of this sexless giant, she has found that reality is a thirty-four dimensional version of the moebius strip:...
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The Chief Managing Director Has a Few Requests
I I want a dirtier sunset with tar and molten waste Got it? Give me sewer pipes that spew and rusty black scaffolding dewed with distillate of...
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Death's Daughter (I)
I pilgrimaged to see her titanic head floating against a skyline of shampoo bottles, then swam up through black hair and climbed into her ear. A...
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cradled over cold rails into the 21st century
Hello, I’m Stef-Stef Whacket, and I come from your planet, just another sperm walking this flooded toilet, frankensteined from genetic alphabet and...
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check reality
I’ve been up days talking god down from his tree, scraping my skullsides for more sky, and now, eating beans from the tin, I await dawn,...
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dancing in a cage wheeled through a forest of eyes
Outdoors the air is hostile and nervy, it bothers glam willows and the swan navy, and me, a slug hunched in a shell jacket, haunting the canal and...
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O O
way back at the beginning of time all reality except us was a cold corporate hallway and her body was my daily bread we made the trees shout before...
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you
okay let’s see you’re in debt your significant other left you for a profile pic you feel most alive when you’re on drugs I know you you failed the...
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mantra for learning to write
I see myself seeing. I hear myself hearing. I feel myself feeling. Why? To see sounds. To feel smells. To hear feelings. To taste sight.
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Death's Daughter (II)
I married my favourite audience, a Victorian ghost with charcoaled eyes, all black skirts and sad classical music, and put her to bed for a year. I...
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Death's Daughter (III)
It seemed she’d outsmarted madness, then one twilight she disrobed to greet the Lord— as a favor to me, she did not look into His ravening face. But...
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and the problem is
nevermind it’s all caved in and I just don’t want to restore the walls again I would rather be rained on aware that once I leave this rotting palace...
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Rise and Fall of the One-Man Empire
I unsolved a few mysteries (a good night’s work) then strutted the morning streets with a candle in my head, half-believing that everyone was...
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To the Woman in Pursuit
be careful what you ask of me: I deify the street at dawn tearstricken and pull down statues but only my own and honestly just the way you look at a...
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Death's Daughter (epilogue)
The phone. She was crying, unsure who she was or what she knew. God had stopped dropping in for tea. She had flown to her preacher dad, who bolted...
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Some Days Even Water Gives Me a Hangover
but here I lean swigging black beer listening to colleagues diss cocaine and curse and reminisce about the binges of yore every drink hardens my...
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