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Connor Reid  Mar 2014
Antikythera
Connor Reid Mar 2014
featureless eyes propel borderline perverseness

my finger breaks sharply as i press record

the phone line stretched of its own accord

stop and pause but don't turn back

a whimpering couch held up by ropes

emulsified beginnings of dreams and hopes

she paints pain, holes lead to nowhere

lesions torn, shriveled stalk, i care

my shell broken, becomes hair, i tear

***** from my eyes into her mouth

an acetate surfaces to the edge of my mind

i cant speak or see, for i am blind

ink, blood and snot slick my skin

my mirror haunted by the perspex grin

grab hold but the wrists are thin

broken

crushed

swept under

dead

you mean nothing
2010
Lawrence Hall Apr 2021
Lawrence Hall
Mhall46184@aol.com
https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/
poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

                                      Our Antikythera Mechanisms

Chariots of the odds and ends of life
Wooden boxes of bronze mechanisms
By which we navigate the memories
Of all the golden islands of our youth

The hidden anchorages of lost love
And barefoot beaches of youth’s innocence
Beneath bright sunlit hills of wild must grapes
That taste of our desires in dreaming hours

All lost, alas, fallen into the sea
The sea of remembrance, eternally
A poem is itself. So is the self.
EP Robles Mar 2020
the mouthOFnoise eats the silence;
everywhere NOise!)turns my insides(
out/-of Tears i said to the mother
holding empty children's shoes

EyesofSorrow drowns her sight:
only to eternally see all horror
with sightless eyes that diligently
cry-/i once had a great Love that died

                      the Ghosts of
Antikythera's Cell Machines burn
the sharp edge of decaying reality;laboriously
the longest Legs of Time march forth as it
steps over my shortest Thoughts within the
MOUTH)of(NOISE

:: 03.26.2020 ::
In the center (as a centerpiece) was the grave stone chiseled to celebrate total ***** reliance on public assistance. Young Tyrone ate a tree root. He was happy to have white teeth. The fire exit was burnt up by the fire that burnt down the building.
Paco Lypps Aug 2020
Unmarketable to those unaware
Please bear with me
In disrepair
Key to black box
Free Lemmings due share
Bag with holds
Carrot bread for hare
Depreciation down with turtles
Tortoise appreciates a hurdle
Application of practical praxes
Scorpion taxi
Nervous breakdown neurotic meltdown
Antikythera mechanisms
Decode earliest circumcisions
Civilizations studies have found
Sun shines over Damocles crown
Put the fish up in the tree fore he drowns
Flocks pack glocks out on the town

— The End —