The Flasher

only death pacts sealed
and deals hatched
in the dark

dissolve come daybreak,
when pink haze casts its light
on green machine’s
least useful
parts,

woe’s an unused
heart
.

need a new floorplan for the
higher humans, and with
a show of bare
hands-

know, i ain’t packin’ any
secret weapons,

they’re exposed where
you can see and
feel ’em,

candor displayed as
best and worst
of any man.

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Glare of Threat

death’s threat caught
her absent glare

through jungle
of hair,

the foul fantasy emerges
from crackling pit with
drawn up papers
and loaded
pen

just needs proper sanction
sealed in bitter
blood

on these double
lines

granting permission
to begin,

to bring the
flood.

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Fish Tanked

spilling a 4 litre bottle of
distilled water, you can imagine
is as frustrating as it sounds
but refreshing with
relief
,

not a bad mess at all,
if there were ever
a mess beggin’
to be clean.

This was written after a rather fumbling attempt at changing my fish’s water. I managed to spill an entire 4 litre bottle of water onto the floor. Initially I was frustrated, but very quickly became relieved that the mess was water, and the cool spillage felt quite nice on my manly, oiled up chest..(hey, i’m the one writer here.)

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Fenced In Line

been here fenced in line
for what creeps by
as hours,

playin’ a losing round
of ‘mind over the
bladder’,

i see the snake pit, man but
where’s the gold in
the ladder?

been last one in line for
what still feels
like hours

and it stinks like guy
ahead don’t own
a shower,

but it seems fitting as
the gray air hangs
sour.

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A Rub a Dub Sucks it Up

in fondness, i flash back
to scrubbing out wine
stains, even when it
took all week,

but damn those fibers
squeaked-

some vermin are precious
kept as pets
,

it’s so parched here,
even water
ain’t wet.

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My Heart Playin’ Parts

all these ramblings written,
rarely about what i’m
truly feelin’,

and coffin lid’s not
my true ceiling.

poems are just the notions that
offer selves to angler for
for deep fishin’

and wildest
explorations.

still, i’d rather rest here
n’ pluck my heart than
talk down erections

from room’s shady
dust section.

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