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Mike Arms Mar 2012
you detect a tick like a trap we made
while the flood will deny our sugary curse

you spy a tick and a hook
drops onto blood codes
eyes spraying in panic

you charade a seance
conducting a catholic farce or
on ode to smiling slavery

you arrive at sunrise
hell now licking the ruins of
dawn frost in iron cuffs

Echo flies into a clock like
soft time forgotten
Mike Arms Mar 2012
There is no cure for paranoia
except a loaded firearm

I paint the war
It is laughter and invention

with loud clicking gasps
buried in the seed of fraternity
The phrase "Real horror show" is lifted from A clockwork orange.  Ultraviolence and the old, in out , in out .
Mike Arms Mar 2012
I put the heads of those come to reason on the walls
raised clean of explanation

I occupy observation towers swept with frost
and the listening posts during hopeless invasions

Forget it I came here to fight and
you'll bleed into your grafitti

which converted my thieves hand
into cognac soaked

mandolin adagios
Mike Arms Mar 2012
just look at the overgrown flood in the field
that was an ice skate rink

it's for the kids to skate but they won't
skate they'll pout and shoot is what

who the **** ice skates I have a tiny
pistol I stole and I want your wallet

I walk past the sad sodden ice rink
a cold flood in a forgotten field

where children would skate but now
they can only lurk
Mike Arms Feb 2012
Memory clung then ran
down the nerve of my bed
of broken seashells split in
boiling strychnine

Turning my head to keep my eyes
from twisted crackling debris
the darting nicotine fairy invokes the
gallant end of a galaxy
Mike Arms Feb 2012
can't talk like a poet got
a foul mouth I spit blood
people think I'm simple
because I am

you would rather study human acrobatics
like you would rare animals
but their talk blinds your raised knife

curling onto a fake memory
I smell the burning intelligence
just to watch is convenient romantic

Name it.  It kills poets.
Mike Arms Feb 2012
Beethoven choral racing through frozen forests
through rain and frost storms
We are carried on fast horse through winter
against furious Beethoven

Making love on lost sheets of saffron and straw
a frozen speeding vision explodes into your corner

racing fierce on pianoforte
Beethoven one note pure
against humanity
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