A Shadows 5 Minute Dance Decay


A shadow dances for 5 minutes:

He tells me that the moon itself
has a heart;
no one has ever seen it.
The shadow unzips the moon’s jacket
and in it – a pounding heart is beating.

A shadow dances again for 5 minutes:

He shows me how he can swim in the sun.
So he swims in the heat of the inferno pond.

A shadow dances for the last 5 minutes:

The shadow starts decaying rapidly –
it screams pain, tears shedding moths.
He shows me the wounds of earth.
Bruised, cuts, & bullet holes,
earth opens its own skull –
Behold! – The colony of plastic humans destroying one another.

 

 

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The poem you are all reading – was based on a dream I had about the ‘Shadow man’.
The Shadow man was dancing in front of me, it was dancing with rhythm & style.
He spoke to me and told me a true story about the moon, sun, earth & Humanity.

This was probably one of the most beautiful & sad messages I had ever received from the shadow man. I hope you all can envision what I had seen in my own dream.

 

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Gangrene Idols…And the Allergic Creamy Grimoire


Masculinity void

Spit-microbe feast,

A memory eats cramps

Our laughter wrinkles.

Sand stomachs assassinate

Needle-popsicles center the flavor.

The birds never ask to breath,

Frantic itself bloats,

Nourish the gangrene idols,

Perpetuate astrology without un-stuffed acuity.

Harbingers dulled by dumb rush sobbing,

A swollen dot blubbers,

4, 5, 6, peel off Decembers immortality

Built my odor a stage of abattoir,

Restitution…and the allergic creamy grimoire,

Tie a noose around pause,

Spray unwishful yawns, may the truth be the flirtation to your hate.

 

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Science Fried my Egg Cells – (A Psychiatrist Journey into the Dissecting Ripple Hiss)


Made bruised geo-ambidextrous –

dynamo vestigial,
pandemonium inside a pedophile’s I.Q.

Visions degenerate,
crescent panacea delta,
a hawk’s planet anatomy,
a syntax fever sharing sex,

Dissecting ripple hiss…

Recognition
Embrocation

Somnolent souls –
insane girls’ enervate
the death umbilical cosmos.

Hallucinatory telegnosis
we’re cocking chambers some,
laconic virtual
begotten catastrophe.

Shatter saxicoline entelechy –
persiflage scatological serial priest.
The cavil forgers’ unquiet,
sacrilegious voodoo dithyramb,
a kid’s ecstasy, shadows the oneiric cachinnate.

Criminal, she degraded Christ bulimic –
the last drop of sperm,
the bibliophobes hate everything.

Epicedium townspeople
march towards exile fog.

Tocophobia
Technophobia

A lycanthrope taunts you
it begs me to smirk twice.

Amphigory poets
unlock the cathexis antitype.

Listen…Shhh….listen…
the nightmare children sing:

If you’re high on marijuana, clap your hands.
If you’re frying and your devils glowing, clap your hands.
If you’re paranoid and you know it,
and you really feel like dying,
if you’re burning all the crosses, clap your hands.

 

 

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Dead Palavers Erected the Fluid Plague


Superhuman ‘A’

governing long dulcet replies –
high hell, low heaven,
each flame you lick
a spider sprays
it’s erected muscular said; Sergeant widdel nymph.

The mantis eats the climbing sentient snake –
one leg mushroom –
technique’s my immoral pig as.

Sad between prominent LSDology
and exiguous huff, huff, them…

Of filthy fluid barghest –
watching strangers, I,
pinching mosquito’s surfaces
in doing out I teeth was.

Watery remarks repugnant,
the cut genius of Pseudonarcissus,

Outstretch cortical rhapsodic.
Tommyrot mega sucked.

Codes sluff –
scorbutic nomad secreted.

Wings wayworn numb.

Author Saint Coynomegg ordered
a conspicuous gelt canine;

We little you in –
the coming of dolorous clerisy,
Where they fed the domesticated mote,

Dead palavers mouth to invoke.

You’ve frozen a lie,
says; the muzzle carom particle.

Vagary braggadocio clap,

Must I not brush without equivalence?

Pluck off eristic semantics.

What if we rip the jagged embers,
Should I die exotic?

Or beg for your tirade moth?

Either way – thank you for this plague.

Slash the night heed be warn follows the sign.

 

 

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Pupil Eyes Cuddle my Half-Chewed Glitch


Your hair a spilling conduct,

Clone yourself like optic antidote.
Alphabetical fossils,
Preen death the confine unsaid.
Physics determines;
big revenge, smaller results,
the ship fun-house
drizzles the symphonies tooth.
The ink people unzipped the remedy.
Why reference nonsense if you aren’t
offended by communist tomatoes.
Why twentieth feared the toad?

The way we speculate sexism
is by taking a deep breath.
Make disturbed hypocrisy loud enough –
homicide cuddles me with gentle extinction.

Contents on you chair look sweaty,
hope your pee doesn’t clog North Dakota.

Inhale the deserts river.

Wake up!

Your pupil eyes want to be devouring by the domino effect.
Rewind the scream distortment
Sequences paralyze the smoke glitch.

Help me!

Help me!

Echoes chew outside of me.

Do you hear it? Yes.

A nightmares mistake, fuck you I don’t exist tis unjoy I be.

 

 

 

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