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Jonny Angel Mar 2014
Come komodo,
unleash your ancient ways,
teach me lightning moves,
let me feel the sting of your bite
& the pain of your claws,
make me your disciple,
come komodo.
Jodey Ross Oct 2014
Your bites are like venom coursing through my veins.
Causing me to loss my strength.
I collapse to my knees.
Beg and plead
for you to stop the pain.
Why must you do this to me?
Make me weak and helpless?
Why must you do this?
I ask,
taking my last dying breath.
Martin Narrod  Mar 2015
Basorexia
Martin Narrod Mar 2015
I called to give you a rearrangement of irony and a bucket full of Jews, I tailor made a rebreather because the past connections were used . Indeed, just like a crossview that encouraged stars to collapse, then did a fix up for the X's and O's so every oxymoron followed with a laugh. A pail of shrubs, an ounce of yore, yesterday you were following your very own bated breath. Up until you challenged yourself to a duel, you didn't look so bad for a disastrous mess. Harms' Way could be the place in town where odds go to get even, or it could be the street where Blow-Pops aren't just made, but also handed out to toothless citizens. We the captured, please and thank you, sir and mam until our captors go, like if you imagine  The Godfather in The Graduate, describing how the Komodo dragon roasts. We haven't made it thru a single day since they've come in packs of seven, but today we'll have the chance to share some face time with the hours that we are being given.

Misty-eyed, mournful, and very sorry walked in separately from the yard. They drank cold-filtered PBR and joked about all the kids they may have fathered. Has it been four weeks or just four days, since the Ferguson, Missouri Captain resigned his post? I was always taught that for a captain to go out, he or she must go down with their boat.

In time where boredom lays around with dynamite by the loads, tomorrow remind me of the basorexia I've had since we met not long ago.
Mike Essig Jan 2016
Every day I toss it
a raw piece of my heart
so it doesn't **** me.
Strange to feed something
so it won't devour you.
I have lived with this
for years beyond memory.
Perhaps, I have always
been like this,
rending my heart
to keep death at bay.

  ~mce
September  May 2013
Swallow Bones
September May 2013
Komodo Dragons don't stop
to pick off the skin and gut
a ****. Eat the liver.
Eat the kidney. Eat the jugular
vein. Eat the
Cardiac artery.
Joel Hayward Apr 2016
Wickedness dances like a Chinese dragon
held high on poles by the grinning

It curls its tail and snakes around the minds
of admirers who see beauty in its gaping jaws

Flaccid and incapable, this billowing beast
intoxicates and seduces the frustrated and resentful

It dances in Kirachi, hoodwinks in Bradford,
and slips into the dark places in distracted minds

— this infernal idea more bilious and mephitic
than a komodo’s bite

It dances wildly in the confused thoughts of lost boys
who haven’t noticed its cunning wink

They sway and rock — utterly taken
far more mistaken — until stilled by the slap of death
Cliodna Rabbnot Sep 2018
There once was a lizard from the Indies
Who had a large pair of *******
The boys came to beg
But she made her own egg
And now she has a bunch of clone kiddies

— The End —