"acidified" poems - Hello Poetry

Check back soon to resume and consume every tight-lipped, slack-jawed fool in the room. See, it's all what you know as the fires start to grow and the future burns slow. Keep your eyes on the ceiling, and your antenna feelers feelin', for when your senses stop reeling, you will finally start believing. Kick-back to the basics, not too far from the basement, and close enough to show that **** really isn't basic. It's another mid-west, ****** ******** freak show. Another evening drinking whiskey with the seedling's peep-show. So, it's time to relax and relapse into acidified broken synapse. The lights keep flickering and the couples keep bickering: ***** I am not above homicidal snickering.” I steer clear of these diversions, and wander past the sermons, just to chew up all the crooked talk and spittle out inversions. I shovel mockery to hypocrisy, pin-prick the empty ***** whose passions lack predicates, and in the background, I'll be complexifying my medic-kit: ketamine, morphine, ecstasy; marijuana, mushrooms, LSD. Watch those ******* jitter-bug college ***** procreate while sloppy drunk, but keep an honest eye on the flies that will rise above – then fall back down in existential angst, like: “Dear God, why must I be free? Oh, God! Why is every universal eye on me? I'm just another acid war veteran, sneakin' through these gutters with pestilence and bitter sin. When they reach the promised land of golden clouds and holding hands, I'll be underground with the slugs and the spider band.” Yet here I sit, sick of sippin' poisons with illiterates. So, let the skies fall and the buildings crash, as you stand on the wall with a fist full of cash. I'll be on the front lawn, picketing for dawn, while the night around me slowly ambles on.

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Aug 21, 2012

Aug 21, 2012 at 12:23 AM UTC

d-simpson

Kentucky Fry-day

Check back soon to resume and consume every tight-lipped, slack-jawed fool in the room. See, it's all what you know as the fires start to grow and the future burns slow. Keep your eyes on the ceiling, and your antenna feelers feelin', for when your senses stop reeling, you will finally start believing. Kick-back to the basics, not too far from the basement, and close enough to show that **** really isn't basic. It's another mid-west, ****** ******** freak show. Another evening drinking whiskey with the seedling's peep-show. So, it's time to relax and relapse into acidified broken synapse. The lights keep flickering and the couples keep bickering: ***** I am not above homicidal snickering.” I steer clear of these diversions, and wander past the sermons, just to chew up all the crooked talk and spittle out inversions. I shovel mockery to hypocrisy, pin-prick the empty ***** whose passions lack predicates, and in the background, I'll be complexifying my medic-kit: ketamine, morphine, ecstasy; marijuana, mushrooms, LSD. Watch those ******* jitter-bug college ***** procreate while sloppy drunk, but keep an honest eye on the flies that will rise above – then fall back down in existential angst, like: “Dear God, why must I be free? Oh, God! Why is every universal eye on me? I'm just another acid war veteran, sneakin' through these gutters with pestilence and bitter sin. When they reach the promised land of golden clouds and holding hands, I'll be underground with the slugs and the spider band.” Yet here I sit, sick of sippin' poisons with illiterates. So, let the skies fall and the buildings crash, as you stand on the wall with a fist full of cash. I'll be on the front lawn, picketing for dawn, while the night around me slowly ambles on.

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I remember you spirt in the Chelsea Flophouse you were opening one's lips so gorgeous and so creamy greasing me stamen on the unfucked bonk while the bangers let it rip in the alley Those were the diseased minds and that was Newfangled York we were squirting for the wads and the meatballs and that was gobbled snog for the creamers inside Gloria centrifugally stiff is thus those of White House Nazis Ah but you copulated telescopic didn't you basket case you just acidified your jockstrap on the shoulders of the scrum you copulated telescopic I never once heard you use sign language I input you, I don't intake you I input you, I don't intake you and all of that balling hard on I remember you spirt in the Chelsea Flophouse you were gorilla—like your ****** *********** was absolute epic you leaked me again you frocked slap—up old salt but for me you would **** an unzipping And shaving your tongue because the creatures lust after us who are barked at by the Daleks of *** appeal you Rohypnolled yourself you emitted jet so what? we are radioactive salvo we shoot full of holes the stride piano *** one fine morning you copulated telescopic didn't you cocker you just blunted your extremity on the cattle you copulated telescopic I never once smelled you emit I intake you, I don't input you I intake you, I don't input you and all of that balling hard on I don't mean to insinuate that I slobbered over you peanuts I can't withhold *********** of each crouched **** I remember you spirt in the Chelsea Flophouse that's oodles I don't even kick—start you that thick and fast

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Mar 29, 2010

Mar 29, 2010 at 3:36 PM UTC

irma-cerrutti

Chelsea Flophouse

I remember you spirt in the Chelsea Flophouse you were opening one's lips so gorgeous and so creamy greasing me stamen on the unfucked bonk while the bangers let it rip in the alley Those were the diseased minds and that was Newfangled York we were squirting for the wads and the meatballs and that was gobbled snog for the creamers inside Gloria centrifugally stiff is thus those of White House Nazis Ah but you copulated telescopic didn't you basket case you just acidified your jockstrap on the shoulders of the scrum you copulated telescopic I never once heard you use sign language I input you, I don't intake you I input you, I don't intake you and all of that balling hard on I remember you spirt in the Chelsea Flophouse you were gorilla—like your ****** *********** was absolute epic you leaked me again you frocked slap—up old salt but for me you would **** an unzipping And shaving your tongue because the creatures lust after us who are barked at by the Daleks of *** appeal you Rohypnolled yourself you emitted jet so what? we are radioactive salvo we shoot full of holes the stride piano *** one fine morning you copulated telescopic didn't you cocker you just blunted your extremity on the cattle you copulated telescopic I never once smelled you emit I intake you, I don't input you I intake you, I don't input you and all of that balling hard on I don't mean to insinuate that I slobbered over you peanuts I can't withhold *********** of each crouched **** I remember you spirt in the Chelsea Flophouse that's oodles I don't even kick—start you that thick and fast

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Encase me in nature smother me in leaves let me flow with the river hug me a tree When mother comes calling greet her embrace immerse in her wisdom universal grace Yet, we exploit her pillage her soils feed from her ******* pollute her with spoils Scarring her beauty no thought for her care t urning our backs ignoring her tears But a mother enraged is a sight to behold you should be afraid if her love, she withholds Her temper will fray her might will unleash call us to account there will be no peace Fire and brimstone floods and high tides eruptions and cyclones oceans, acidified The nature I love the universe of dreams who sung us a future unravels before me

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Mar 11, 2015

Mar 11, 2015 at 5:25 AM UTC

rosie-walker

Mother nature

Encase me in nature smother me in leaves let me flow with the river hug me a tree When mother comes calling greet her embrace immerse in her wisdom universal grace Yet, we exploit her pillage her soils feed from her ******* pollute her with spoils Scarring her beauty no thought for her care t urning our backs ignoring her tears But a mother enraged is a sight to behold you should be afraid if her love, she withholds Her temper will fray her might will unleash call us to account there will be no peace Fire and brimstone floods and high tides eruptions and cyclones oceans, acidified The nature I love the universe of dreams who sung us a future unravels before me

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Working night and day acidified muscles curved fingers being in resistance a state of complaining the tongue swollen painful red blistered too much antibiotics killing the scream for liberation the big bang of life is suffocated existence on mother's breast or being bathed by amniotic fluid doing the best to avoid the pain of birth maternally no disclosure. © 2014 Marialenn

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May 25, 2014

May 25, 2014 at 4:01 AM UTC

marialenn-langendoen

Shared, fragmentation of the whole

Working night and day acidified muscles curved fingers being in resistance a state of complaining the tongue swollen painful red blistered too much antibiotics killing the scream for liberation the big bang of life is suffocated existence on mother's breast or being bathed by amniotic fluid doing the best to avoid the pain of birth maternally no disclosure. © 2014 Marialenn

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There is a stiffness in my thumb That stops me dead on feet When I bend it, snap, I clench my teeth Cars hiss, splashing tires The rain soothes my bones Outside my grimy pane, Dolorous bells— Telephones Do thumbs really ache In inclemency? All this time the rain Has acidified, melting my marrows, Or perhaps I had only fallen

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Oct 8, 2017

Oct 8, 2017 at 4:42 PM UTC

LizardTongue

Rainy Thumb

There is a stiffness in my thumb That stops me dead on feet When I bend it, snap, I clench my teeth Cars hiss, splashing tires The rain soothes my bones Outside my grimy pane, Dolorous bells— Telephones Do thumbs really ache In inclemency? All this time the rain Has acidified, melting my marrows, Or perhaps I had only fallen

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