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Maniacal Escape Jun 2023
Invincibility has been dispensed,
To a floundering tattered caped hero.
As he dashes about, crunching under his own hype.
Never injured. Always there. Never wanted.
Never needed. Always square. Never useful.
Invincible to a fault.
Destroying cities to preserve a postcard.
That was never ever there.
Maniacal Escape Jun 2023
Will someone save the crocodile?
Please, help help help help.
The puppy need's throwing into the water,
It's freezing in here. These blankets are stifling.
In my canoe of warm hot panic.
**** the bed. I've got paint stuck in my nails.
Topsy turvy. I'm the mumble bee and this is my garden.
Maniacal Escape May 2023
They say that life is fleeting,
I wish mine would fleet right off.
Loved ones say 'you can't mean that'
I say fleet them all.
Fleet you, your mum, your whole **** family,
Fleet the fleeting dog.
Fleet this world that I live in,
This fleetless fleeting pit.

'are you finished?' loved ones kindly protest.
'No I'm fleeting not!'
Fleet you all, and please kindly
Let me fleet to memory.
Maniacal Escape May 2023
The sun cleaved into his eyelids.
He stuttered into life.
Showered with regret and shame
He toweled himself down.
He stared into the mirror.
And readied his venom,
To spit again.
Maniacal Escape May 2023
Hello?
Are you there? I've been thinking about things.
About what you said.
Did you mean it?
What you said?
It was nasty.
Horrid.
I'll speak to you tomorrow.
Maniacal Escape May 2023
His rotten sleeves waft in the wind
Sleepily staining the air
He swirls in his stench
Flouncing in stink
Hatefully spinning his song.

Wildly turning
His zombie breakdown
Bellowing a gutteral noise

He spins till he bleeds
Staining the earth.
The onlookers gawp at the show.

The circle slows down
His pulverised ankles
Can no longer keep up the dance.

He slumps in a puddle
A grave of his making
A corpse
A posterity curse.
Maniacal Escape May 2023
Crying into the bath
It soaks its sponge.
The pink lather writhes in its fingers.

Bleeding from the wrists
It dabs tentatively.
The sponge adds red to pink

It soaks the sponge again,
In the vat of redder bubbles.
The copper scent claws up its nose.

Its arms loose grip
Of the cleansing sponge
Its mind fades red to black.
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