"monsterous" poems - Hello Poetry

***** feet ***** of them ache they're dry all dried out, moisture to face and digestive tract make little difference but comfort a little sort of; maybe subdue to replenishing skip the pain with a drink fucken, fucken drink fucken dust lingers in the brain, it swirls a cloud of ground envelops the shape of u u become covered u have a layer, salty, and dry and 'organic' (surely bio (though im not sure what is or why are)) full city boy, suburban boy, not particularly gritty boy along side hippies and volunteers all tripppy and unwashed, and un plastic yet forcefully hemped drunk of micro beer and burnt brown and blotchy red and wire-y and dry and matted as if nothing really matters except for principles misguided and randomly enforced feel like a husk; peanut shell insides swallowed by the mouth of the party embodied a monsterous sweaty man tanned and thickly bearded and beered fat dreads fall around and surround u; a forest of hair a circle encroaching of fuzzy pillars in fibres entrapped inside them; feel their lingering time matted hold a wealth of effort to become unkempt; they are bars they are walls and the FACE! ……………………… ………………………………… oh looming down, wafts of armpit vapour cloud; a looming puft that surrounds engorged by the scent as it circles u, the mouth that lowered onto u chews u and spills bits of u chomp chomp protein for vegetarians; u; ur rigour ur vigour ur guts eaten in a flurry of chomps and slurps and it crunches and it grates like the rocks on the ***** of ur feet it grates u are digested and reused as they would like but for them; for a collective u dived into for fun 2 days to peddle ur wares to progress ( admittedly through some days of regression…) for all humans, and Humans; for fun on monday we will repent for the damages waged on the inside of the body and the outsides too for some gain i guess on this which we settle for always for display for fun

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Mar 12, 2013

Mar 12, 2013 at 2:10 AM UTC

aj-robertson

festivals

***** feet ***** of them ache they're dry all dried out, moisture to face and digestive tract make little difference but comfort a little sort of; maybe subdue to replenishing skip the pain with a drink fucken, fucken drink fucken dust lingers in the brain, it swirls a cloud of ground envelops the shape of u u become covered u have a layer, salty, and dry and 'organic' (surely bio (though im not sure what is or why are)) full city boy, suburban boy, not particularly gritty boy along side hippies and volunteers all tripppy and unwashed, and un plastic yet forcefully hemped drunk of micro beer and burnt brown and blotchy red and wire-y and dry and matted as if nothing really matters except for principles misguided and randomly enforced feel like a husk; peanut shell insides swallowed by the mouth of the party embodied a monsterous sweaty man tanned and thickly bearded and beered fat dreads fall around and surround u; a forest of hair a circle encroaching of fuzzy pillars in fibres entrapped inside them; feel their lingering time matted hold a wealth of effort to become unkempt; they are bars they are walls and the FACE! ……………………… ………………………………… oh looming down, wafts of armpit vapour cloud; a looming puft that surrounds engorged by the scent as it circles u, the mouth that lowered onto u chews u and spills bits of u chomp chomp protein for vegetarians; u; ur rigour ur vigour ur guts eaten in a flurry of chomps and slurps and it crunches and it grates like the rocks on the ***** of ur feet it grates u are digested and reused as they would like but for them; for a collective u dived into for fun 2 days to peddle ur wares to progress ( admittedly through some days of regression…) for all humans, and Humans; for fun on monday we will repent for the damages waged on the inside of the body and the outsides too for some gain i guess on this which we settle for always for display for fun