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George Cheese Aug 2018
The blast woke that great and terrible monster,
Godzilla, from his slumber
at the bottom
of those darkest depths,
titanic nuclear thing unfurling
at the heart of the abyss.

Reptillian eyes glimmered in the murk.
Stretching out his arms and legs,
beating his tail against the ocean floor,
Godzilla began to swim towards the city.

Godzilla stopped sleeping. The whole world
seemed rife with opportunity,
profits to be had.
And, in the darkness of night,
Godzilla stomped his way towards the city.

Godzilla got a new motorbike.
The engine’s roar soothed him,
for a time.
And, in the darkness of night,
Godzilla stomped his way towards the city.

Godzilla found another woman to use,
his reptilian desire overcoming
whatever remained of his humanity.
And, in the darkness of night,
Godzilla towered over the border of the city.

And, in the darkness of night,
Godzilla’s throat began to glow.
Sizzling blue fire crackled in his mouth,
and then the city was dust and shadows,
a Hiroshima ghost.
George Cheese Dec 2017
The problem is hope.
The snake eats itself and dies.
The moon eclipses the sun.
All things end.

Things begin again, first with
dust.
Our star lights the sky in flame.
The snake blinks and slithers.
The way through
Is hope.
ouroboros / recurrence
George Cheese Dec 2017
I always forget that grief
isn't just an emotional reaction.
Something constricted in my chest
Nobody ever talks about the grief tightening.

Every girl, every flirtation, every **** since that summer
(four years?)
was meant to destroy
the idea of you,
of us,
but instead none of them could
compare to that dream.
A vision.
I thought it was finally
real.

I hope that
all is not lost.
Hydrogen was in the air,
but I didn't have the courage
to set the air on fire. There is
still time.
George Cheese Dec 2017
Love is a thief.
I never asked for my
focus to be stolen.
You never meant to
take it from me, I'm sure,
but its gone now.
I've always said love should be a synergy of
two whole people. Despite this claim, I find myself
newly unwhole. I lust for wholeness.
You cliched me.

Love is a humaniser.
All my life I've been
an alien, grey specimen
trapped and bound in pale white skin.
I've never felt comfortable in this form.
I want to be light, energy, flowing out of here
and through the world
and the stars and all.
Only, you
make me now feel human.
Breath comes easy.
I still yearn for outer space,
but maybe we could go together.
If you wanted.

Love is a would-be assassinator.
It possesses your mind and your fists,
a dark green spirit. It targets wandering
eyes, and it loathes
replacers.

Love is a fear of inevitable "see you later"s.

Love is an all-conquering now.
The past is dead and
the future isn't real
but we believe in those illusions
until we come together.

Love is half-burnt coffee on a dark November morning, as mist haunts the air outside of the old kitchen we inhabit.
  Oct 2017 George Cheese
hlynnn
she dired her tears and did smile
to see her cheeks’ returning glow
how little dreaming all the while
that full heart throbbed to overflow

with that sweet look and lively tone
and bright eye shining all the day
they could not guess midnight lone
how she would weep the time away

— J.C
George Cheese Oct 2017
She
When I saw you
in moonlit snow,
for a moment
I believed in God.

I am a river trying to meet the sea.
I come from the sky
and rush across the land,
through forest and ravine. I spill
and dart through the world,
hoping
to find you.

Had we but world enough, and time.
quiero comenzar de nuevo.
George Cheese May 2017
-
words are hollow
empty vessels sailing
a heartless sea

sun is
merciless
never stops
radiating

when the
words
run out
will we
understand

no more code
no more guise
shapeless truth
cold harsh beauty
hidden in salt
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