A
Podium voice here now stands.
THUNK…THUNK
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Indistinct
cravings inherent to salvations lost at sea
quest-honor-polished
in its brandished glazing lust
contemporary
trance breeds regret
I,
me, here, now
suffocation
on steel, impotent… and beheld by an ancient grudge
Non-exterminating
organisms burrow deep the dermis cracked
weathered,
after-whistle inhalations neutralize the warning tract
cry,
weep, sob, tear
howl,
Scream, Holler loud-lit fear
Ancient
poltergeists pledge fatwas unto breathing plague
stringent
corkscrew motion, violent yet otherwise vague
turning,
tumbling, twisting through
grinding,
tearing, bludgeoned cruel
resuscitation is not advisable
QUIET….
STRETCH…
BREATHE…DEEP
Thinly
shaped rods, combat their dearest cones
as
turquoise henchmen color darkly painted tones
delving
far beneath, unto un-sacred sands
to
hide, to beg, to wince, to steal, our pleas are lost
to
no avail, without reciprocation, remorse shall script the cost
Shape
shifting huntsmen,
polarizing
the after-glow
waiting
for humidity
and
distemper to mount
their
multi-angular jawbones
locking
upon the carotid space of neck
As
fear speaks without a word
postulating
a deadly tinted verve
in
that slightest space, the pause before
paralysis—
And
so,
obsidian parlor tricks for uncouth tweens
begin…
And
they,
Don’t seem to have any problem propagandizing
And
so,
the
obsolete high-grounds are still echoed
thriving
and pushing, THEIR vanishing points upon
the
victimless victim’s victimless victims…
THUNK…THUNK….
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