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© poormansdreams
Ever have that dream where you're falling and then you kick out as you suddenly wake up?
The
evil, vi-
triolic, m-
arrowed, m-
emories, that,
travel, through,
hollow-*****, w-
ords, come-forth;
a, cerulean, reverie,
from, the, decaying,
skeleton, of, a, whale's,
mouth, and, sweep, the,
landscape, like, a, desola-
ting, tsunami-wave, of, cada-
verous, cartilaged, evocations,
destroying; lives, loves, relation-
ships, and, long, lost, treasuries.
                                 Drowned.
                     Never,
                to,
           be,
found.

© poormansdreams
A poem about a dead whale's mouth.
A, Norwe-
         gian, fjord,
             overlooking, loftily.
                        Like, sixteen-
                        aged, potential,
                   love. Like, several,
                         protege's; full,
                           and, predicted,
                                            futures.
                           The, raven's, eye,
                   intersects, the snow,
                       as, though, a, beauty,
spot, on, translucent, skins; a-black
-serpentine-rock-set-in-silver-sutures.
           I, counted, to, nine, as, the
magic, faded......... Mountainous,
                    terrain, murmured, with,
                           feathered, subtlety.
"To be, a fjord, is, to, truly, view,
   the world, &, know, cascading, change,
                      over, those, that, are, newer."

© poormansdreams
A poem about the Norwegian fjords.
...dust. Ethereal disgust;
the, revolver, Earthly,
expires, coo d'etats. Droning,
are; discharges, of, mistrust.

Early, empires, of, devilment. Driven-on;
gritty, caustic, roads,
of, gristled, carbon, and, skin.
Exuviated, by, serpentine; clouds, gusts.

Makes, death; evolve.
Caught, in, each, tyre-tread,
is, every, copied, dynasty;
crushed, done, then... Chaos.
Eventually, everything,
self-destructs.

From, erstwhile, meagre,
nihilism, upended. Cometh,
mere, scintillating, diamonds. Of,
their; cognition, desires, meat. Dust...

© poormansdreams
Life, death, and, dust.
A picket-line/
crossed-can/
leave-a-little/
man-lost/
despite-being/
just-a-boy/
when-the-strikes/
took-place./
Boundaries/
embossed/
leave/
dumbstruck/
picketed-rods/
strewn-across/
backs-of-polloi./
Uncled-pike./
Coked-hate./
The-coaly/
burrows/
are-filled/
and-gone/
from-sight/
but-the-feuds/
still-carve/
deep-shafts/
in-hearts/
and-min
ds/es./
Generations/
are-instilled/
with-wounds/
black-bright./
Scabby-crude./
That-dig/
and-craft-into/

an, asphyxiated, dead, canary,
at, the, very, bottom.

Of-a-pigeonholed/
unmoving-min
e/d./

© poormansdreams
This piece is inspired by an encounter I had the other day and I just had to write about it. It amazes me how generational grudges can be kept and stereotypes reinforced. Also, mildly, terrifying.
To capture, nurse, and, hold,
the unfairness of it all.
The rapturous, coal-
heartedness, of Hellish
snares, beneath, the Mall.
When, afterwards, those
cauldrons, spout nightly
mares, of, bridled gall.
The captor cursed, his embold-
ened heir, is, a;
hairless toupee,
sheared, and, effortlessly, shorn.

The flesh, is, pierced,
and, punctured, by, the
blade of wickedness.
A chest, buried, by, the weir
-y, encumbered. Wreaths are
laid, by, Triffid's Bliss.
Sounds of stress, fierce,
and, repugnant, line, the
glades, of, Inner Wist.
As, the Rest, rely on tears,
while, torn asunder, cutting
their way, through, thicker mist.

The end,
much like, the start,
starts with,
a flashing in the pan.
As, the friend-
ship sunk, apart,
embarks, for Unhappiness,
with, Sad.
Send your dogged
embittered bark,
hearts hear no sorries,
in a lost, unlistened land.
And, you can't mend
a broken heart,
when broken hearts
is all we've had.

© poormansdreams
A lament to the notion of kind-heartedness.
Once, upon,
a crime,
unconscionable,
grime,
started to,
eat away,
at me;
mouldy.
But, I said,
"I am fine. At least none of the time."
as, the snows,
set, in gray,
mixed, with,
green,
coldly.

Twice, upon, a shrine, I battled, a couple,
of, faces,
seperated,
by, a, single, line.
They, went, by, the name, of, Janus.
Cries, and, prattles,
of, zodiac signs,
and, serrated intent,
cut, through,
lives, of, nine,
and, cats, had,
twelve kittens,
in, their places.

Thrice, upon,
a shine,
a magic number,
frequented,
and, a trio, of, doored futures, occurred.
There, was, one,
boring, benign,
and, one,
unrelented,
and, a final one,
so, silly,
that, it, was,
absurd.
I, asked for,
none of them,
instead, for, the windows, above, them.
So, I, cleaned,
polished, and,
brushed, them.
Then, as, I,
declined,
the Moon,
presented,
a fourth option,
deferred.
It, was, a future,
of, mine,
as, free, and,
uncemented,
as, the, upward, cascading, ghost, of, a bird.

And, finally,
hencefourth, upon, that, which, is, divine,
I, now, fly,
over, and,
across, universal divides, filled, with, sky,
knowing,
that, in,
every,
teardrop,
that,
I cry,
lives, great, galaxies, of, wondrous, light,
and, that,
my sadness, creates, the forces, of, life.

© poormansdreams
Life, death, dreams, and, numbers.
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