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kaj-parker-benson
kaj-parker-benson
American
It watches me, a single eye Exaggerated to near ridiculous size But its attitude is quite serious A hunger there, that knows no bounds  Behind it a consciousness delirious An ill will emanates for miles around Its guts churn but it has no mouth Tendrils branch fractally out  From dendrites linked and pathways kinked To squirm into the minds of men They sit on the edges of perception A vague unease cast over the soul Which then, recognized, grows deeper Madness is born, a ghastly conception The men of the desert tell tales of him They call him Lie, Ahriman. I know him well, and I know that when I die I shall once again see the Evil Eye.
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May 9, 2013
May 9, 2013 at 2:50 PM UTC
Oculum
I saw a Bengal tiger in Eureka, California Sadly, they had not “found it.” In a place kept afloat by something ephemeral as ***** smoke A cage, not more than twenty feet long by twelve feet wide Held power in check But a few steps away He or she they did not say played with a round pillow in front of us crushed it with a mighty paw like one of our skulls might be If we came upon her a frightened ape in the steaming green jungles of the part of the world Where Kolkata rests on Kali’s Ghat The city of creative Destruction Where millions eat sleep and **** in polluted air and brush their teeth with their fingers at the gushing water of a communal fountain Where milky sweet chai in a small clay cup costs two cents provided with a smile and allows the man to turn a profit In a way, I understand why we did it. It is great to see such a grand thing so close Orange fur and black stripes beauty clothing strength And the fear of it. Without metal bars vertical iron rods of power I would be nothing but a warm squishy snack My head as useless as a coconut Skull only a shell for the meat inside My legs, fast as they are, Would amount to only drumsticks Yet is it not best to leave such powerful beauty be? It is a great arrogance that chains such a powerful thing For the benefit of ****** poets, old couples, and howling children Selling the soul of a wild beast Second by second glimpse by glimpse for the price of a fairground ticket.
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May 9, 2013
May 9, 2013 at 12:13 AM UTC
Eureka