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FRITZ Feb 2020
creeping madness slicks black and manic

spider high up on the wall

eyeballing me nervously,                                       "who are you?

why are you stalling? whats come crawling back?

you know how this ends don't you?"





swift answers and an amniotic happiness installation.

                              speaking of stone, wired the lilies grow and the intrepid sank there was quite a stillness in the air.

sunken sand around my feet water cold and green.

     out to meet the entity

     her languorous form so ravenously tempting

     so utterly repulsive and unspeakable.

looking for lights offshore

          heretics of the unimaginable disciples of the moon

          chemical ooze gels burns in the stomach

lit on up and walked out over the water.





after his peak, went heat seeking to the east and he ceased his babble easily, stuffing his mouth with pennies and bits of charcoal. we called him land-lubber and left him for said.

there is no part to this.

there is no heart in this.

                                                    blistering and out of control the fever spins.

wandering tills the level.

                                 filtering cold and pushes me out into the yarns.
a crawling idiot madness
Sudipta Maity Nov 2018
Weakness haven't any pride in itself,
neither it is shame.
It is a disease.
if you didn't eliminate it in it's first stage,
it will be ends up with metastasis.
allen currant Oct 2014
colorless sun
squinting

a black face
dragging on
a cigarette

wrinkles of
1,000 lives
in his face

calloused hands
under gloves

dragging on
that cigarette

let me be
one of them
the wrinkles
moving with
that face

as leaves
blow away
by his feet

— The End —