‘Poetry.’
Nothing ever comes to mind
The countless times
I’ve searched between these
Muddied lines
Desperate to define
This fleeting notion..
No lines
To color between..
No expectations to uphold
It’s purpose? A true
Tragedy of a story
Never meant to be told
In this lifetime
In defining it, one
undermines its true nature
And finds themself
Dancing dangerously close
to the
reliably impartial
flames of hypocrisy
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'capital'
I fear nothing but the
Pride pooling at the foot
Of an ill-beloved fallacy
Squarely structured on
Distantly discarded civilities
It’s putrid foam
Washing over the carcasses
Of tear-fueled internal infernos
Reducing their failing embers
To ashen reminders of
A better yesterday
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'Moo!'
Said the cow
To the man, gun in hand
A singular tear wetting her cheek
'Bang!'
Said the gun
To his skull, the dull hull
Now he, like her children,
‘just meat’.
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Play the strings of my heart
Like porky cello tendrils
Taut to a pleasant reverberance
Twanging gently to the
Absence of your vacant thoughts
Clinging to the tingling
Their emptiness brings
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'Ketchup'
With a rorschach of commercial complexity
Its syrupy countenance
Reddens plates and palates just the same
Viscous umami masking unpalatability
Saving taste buds
From regretfully savoring the mundane
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'empty'
How I’ve managed this long never affording myself the solace of your trust
Shall forever a mystery remain
Dragging the remnants of my long broken will through forgotten corridors
Known only to the fellow depraved
Maddened by truths clutched between sealed lips
Fathomable only to psyches emptied of their presence
Drowned out by far cries of lunacy
Fearful not of earthly consequence
-
Ponze’s Pants may
Perchance
Pilot us away from
Our entrancement
With blatant complacency
Which falsely permits us
To make the sweet
Ants dance
Through carelessly discarded
Inedible crumbage
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Reveling in the consequence
Of haphazard commitments
Of haphazard commitments
Lead by fragmented intuition
To disregard the very premise
Of retrospective understanding
In somber lament
Reminiscing on lost sonder
Mourning remnants oÿ an offering
Resembling a banquet of hope
Introspective ineptitude easily apparent
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refractional snippets of sonder
through panes of perplexing clarity
awakening an empty conscience
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