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When clouds float
from your head
and words seep
into space,
and frames pan
around you—

You might be a comic book character—

In someone else’s story—

A little unoriginal—

Straight up 2 dimensional,
good or bad,
and you might never know
if it’s all for their show,
for their entertainment.
You meet all types eventually. Preachers, teachers, politicians, and convicts. The latter two are often the same.
F T Scorza May 10
Behold the Square King
From the Kingdom of Ninety Degrees
You’ll find right angles on everything
And perfect symmetry is there to please

Here, the rule is the straight line,
The fastest way from a point to another
Curving is a heinous crime
Make a round turn and you’re over

Come to this righteous land,
So rectangular and fair
Hail, King Square!
I S A A C Apr 2022
demonic, my self-sabotage is chronic
after a couple of gin and tonics, music is electronic
your body like a comic, I wanna read, I wanna see
something about you was made for me, made to be
my little teddy bear to sleep with, I'm wearing no underwear that's my secret
come and plant your seed then reap it
illogical thinking who needs a reason?
I just need you in this bed until noon
HTR Stevens Oct 2019
I ‘kept watch’ at the Pearly Gate
While St. Peter went for his tea;
As a ‘bouncer’ I was third-rate  -
One and all just slipped in for free!
Nigdaw Jul 2019
It's all for a laugh
Why the long face horse's ****,
Put a lightbulb where the sun don't shine
And lighten the **** up
This is a roller coaster, baby
I don't know where it stops
But it's all for the crack
You can stumble as much as you want
Fall if you need to
My hysteria will see the funny
Sunny side of the street
Make a dance for happy feet
So don't be sad
Come laugh it up with the lads
You're one of the boys
Toys that is
We can play all night
But I,
Not so nicely with the other kids.
My tribute to The Joker of Batman fame.
Bohemian Feb 2019
'When nights shall be drunk
And souls be tumbling in revelry
When the comic of roles end
And cold shall be burning
I await to call the utmost illegitimate side of us
As my penchanted pleasure
For you be semisane
Caught half into adulthood and rest you know...
Neither you nor me or they
Be sceptical or carrying the peels of scruples
Don't.
Matt Sol Jan 2019
A pass between
the ceiling stints,
ivy sinews,
and unhinged bricks.
The broken glass
still shifts and cracks
in narrow steps
of a time passed.

Streams of oil,
weaving between,
to a seamless,
tar and fissure,
smoke clouds pummel,
passing stranger,
surging street lights,
to the waves of.

On the edge of
the coming rain,
consignment times
as beauty lies.
Murals, Surrealism
When
my first girlfriend broke up with me

she
was as cold as

the very vacuum of space
she said

                that I ****.
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