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Carlo C Gomez Nov 2019
*** in the morning
Death in the afternoon
And it was dark

Milling about stacks
Of paperbacks and out of focus snapshots
Some of her in the shower

But pay heed
She's an iceberg
Warm her up on a bed of nails

Until she's a plaintive waterfall
And then tie her to the scaffolding
Of a clean well lighted place

What remains out of sight
Through omission
Through silence

Through childlike syntax
Shall float to the surface
In its own due time
To the master of the Iceberg Theory, Ernest Hemingway
A take on violence

The exiling waves of life
Battered a Syrian child
Swept ashore. We scrolled.
We shrugged this violence.

Eyes glued to a simulacrum of love
Expecting the controlled dominance
Of a filthy rich fictional character
We said: “It’s vanilla.”

Violence as an idea is sweetened
You gulp down the pill
But violence as a means is condemned
You still gulp down the pill.

March 6, 2018
Lyon 1 University
Sierra Brown Sep 2015
The glow from the moon, off of the ocean is exotic.
This beautiful scenery is relieving.
Crashing waves, and sandy toes,
the ocean breeze, beer flavored kisses.
Take me now, Take me somewhere secluded.
I'm turned the **** on and you're so ****.
The moon shines brightly off of your blue eyes,
and blonde hair.
kiss me hard, make me beg for all of you.

Put me up for your use.
Take complete control over my body,
my mind and my soul. Make me squirm.
Choke me, and bruise me.
I want you to be dominate and I submissive.
**** me hard.
I've been reading too many of those books guys.
Smooth and soft,
Like dough in my hands.

Cold yet sometimes so warm
So small yet so much.

The way you're so easy to spread,
You're an obsession that I must use daily.

Doesn't matter the time of day or night,
I can always depend on you to be there.

Your fair light yellow...
Light Yellow!?
Wait! This is margarine!!

I can't believe it's not butter.
Haha was making toast

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