August 2012 (5)

13 August 2012 at 20:25 (Poems/Poetry) (, , , )

murderer in my head slurps
falling down drops of crime
that necklace presses heavily

I am delirious
logic clashed with reality
making patchwork of visions
cutting off his tongue
hiding in a closet
tying up to tree
biting to pulp with golf club

recoiled from the thought
spend hours staring blankly
at his prowling
creature equipped with a tool
to abort all views
kills years of torture

chapel around my neck
attracts dumb bastits
believe a candle lit in their intention
will stay forever
murderer is not Holy Father
knocks them down (12th August 2012)

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August 2012 (4)

13 August 2012 at 20:24 (Poems/Poetry) (, , )

turn to one another
with cupped hands
whisper what manuscript reads
be stumped for an answer

complications rose
swirled around clouds of butterflies
braided distance is kept between us
sidewalk of actual lives
space is no good
barely speaks one language
rubs against abashed smiles
burned under peremptory tone

the hell with it
be done with script before
senseless nightmares sit gloomily
inspecting tiny den of fibs
in our dreadlocks (12th August 2012)

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August 2012 (3)

5 August 2012 at 20:42 (Poems/Poetry) (, , , )

with almond colored skin
had to rebelliously follow
sensation span
time wrinkles endured in stillness
no rituals to study
among insincere answers
sweet bliss
shot of heroin in mainline vein
controlled starvation
strolled thru jittery palms

did not want to interfere
just follow others
tear off sensors
grow with each personality
worse and worse on the way down
adore nobody paying attention
to me up there (04th August 2012)

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August 2012 (2)

2 August 2012 at 1:20 (Poems/Poetry) (, , , , )

frisk me crippled hand
is it not what you wait for
pathological liar
rubbing his fly every five minutes
not compassionate to a floppy doll
whom waking cause disquiet

dress buttoned half way down
wanted to be his way
I, schooled in raw embraces
graduated from whatnot
find on me bad heart
straight, narrow sniffing
hold those rights self-evident
anti everything drawl gets stoned
yet struggles with his grips
greasy old man
is knitting my doom (01st August 2012)

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August 2012 (1)

2 August 2012 at 1:18 (Poems/Poetry) (, , , )

all honest men are long wedded
hell be damned
for dawdling away time
girls quietly loose clothes
hips lean against
burdensome existence
quick to be deprived from harsh silence

pull fifty-pound notes out of wallet
inhale smoke of amazement
watch kisses blown in all directions
to sullen faces going by

again cooed promises
died and been reborn in collage dusk lights
further chatting about madness of men
fills empty space
with disgust paid upfront
leeches cling to necks
as always have been (01st August 2012)

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