Open Poetry #12 |
world without a middle |
The Jackal Member
since 1999-08-13
Posts 426Springfield, Massachusetts U.S.A |
yell for the mob your big angry----------------everyday mob this mob will reform {-- regurgitate--} and unload like a storm more substance for more abuse we shall praise the overwhelmed for panic and preach -the dual power of reach- just think of all the martyrs what have they learned and where have they be en selfishly burning from within? will you be taken behind a barn or a gas station (out of context) and beyond saving beaten until you lose c omplete awareness of the safety\ you are obviously un der for we the carousel are better off going in mundane circles not knowing when they (the rape-less) will cut our ambitions off theres a need to tell someone softly or these frantic prying words might just carry concern away i think everyone should be a weak m an a once a week man do you ever remember seeing such a grateful/grainy man watch and he lets us down to carry his cordless hole everywhere he goes....... see ms his salvation his reason for existing is a minor view for a minor vision the vast sound of bathing flames cares little for our names its our end just the same just human we are not born we are thrust upon the earth in turns then avoided at all costs i fail to believe anything could ever be this lost when the fresh meat of tomorrow me \-e ts the slaughter of today it wont matter because ill know who i am and where ive been i'll know exactly what hole im in wish (for instance) for instant charisma a lift from four highlights of an evening that never happened we were just religiously bleeding for once this head is quiet spilled upon a lap sliding beyond a fake face a fake relief silence swims silence tries eternally grateful for this silent demise no longer afraid of the dark or midday shadows nothing so ridiculously teenage and desperate |
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