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Poems of Smoke
Among The Coals
Born in the hazed amber I was swaddled and charred. Another faceless giver In a faceless sea Waiting to choke
Tarred and Feathered
Inhale, hold, exhale Self inflicted. Slowly pluck feathers spring chickens Cluck no more - cough - cough - Burn one more Spark up
Smother
Science is unwelcome It's unholy. Innovation is unholy It's unwelcome. Dunk the witch She'll float Burn the witch She'll choke
Parched
She's gasping again Under the wildfire. Mother Earth gasps Inland on avocado smoke While you're eating Avocado on toast
Vacations
This margarita Drank at a dozen a dime, Uses island lime
All the far places That the heart wishes to be Come with a price tag
I stood on a boat On an ocean oh so blue, Missing only you
I long for a break, End the mundane daily grind Just for a moment
“Peace”
Will a wanker's struggle ne'er cease?! I need a moment for release But the vibrator's dead My man just wants head. Oh how I do long for some "peace"
75ml Measures
We got plastered on the mezzanine. Giving even less shits than before With cheap shots that burnt like kerosene Splitting prescription amphetamine Into servings of six, eight or four, We got plastered on the mezzanine. Supplementing lacking dopamine Pretending we wanted to feel more With cheap shots that burnt like kerosene On the childlike side of something-teen With store rooms of baggage to ignore We got plastered on the mezzanine. Steadily making more of a scene Baiting ourselves to even the score With cheap shots that burnt like kerosene These moments dipped light in sertraline Revisited in flashbacks galore We got plastered on the mezzanine. With cheap shots that burnt like kerosene
Oddquain Holiday Planning
We're Saving up Investing in sun, Sea, sand and frivolity: Us
Closed Doors
Slam Walk away Don't look back
Locked Turned key Safe as houses
Opportunity Once Presented But turned away
Chapters Eventually close On our past
Gently Grasped handles Pull to frame
Blood, Blood
Run in the rivers Scrub beneath the finger nails Blink - it's back again
The brush of absence Without feeling or thinking Paints death into life
We can't wash our hands The blood is under the skin Written in our past
Dancing Brevettes
Couples s w a y Waltz
Waltz C i r c l e Princesses
Princess C a p t i v a t e Ballrooms
Written in response to an Ampersand Prompt
Vermin
Bitten through, Tough to chew Burnt sinew Set the trap Necks to snap Peaceful nap Bred again Ten plus ten, Outman, men
Written in response to an Ampersand Prompt
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