"ossification" poems
we are monsters
from the boutique to the
embroidered throw pillows the
pen dashed around the neck
stage 5 bone cut
sawing ossification to the
hollow core
we are monsters
hooting in tunnels lined
with bats coming out to feast
creation
to scrape the streets
shimmy the walls
bust the coffin and
succckk
we are monsters
who can't enter under the
doorframe
fearful of being burned by
the sun silver stake
rat poison holy water sickle
and windmill ash
we are monsters
sewed stapled dead meat
skin hair plugs ceramic
teeth tested and tasted by
rats
we are monsters
jumping high over white
fences frenzied explosion
running through corn
angrily bled in a field shot and
hunted like embarrassing
waterfowl in the jaws of
mammalia
we are monsters
of flaming brilliance flashing
in your inbox
read us and gnaw
braised
roasted
grilled limbs
watch
as we watch you
be scared and
stab
I promise we don't die.
Oct 1, 2015
Oct 1, 2015 at 2:32 PM UTC
On wicked things
My confidence is spent
My passions pent
Do not relent
But spew as they vent
Desire classified
As what you eyed
What we spied
Others despised
Told lies
To restrain the vain
To maintain
Their golden veins
Morality impugn
Tricks imbued
The trickster
With new power
New class and classification
For the ossification
Of our nation
And bends our wills
To theirs
And decrees shame
For what is natural
Fear of what is original
Yes they call it sin
But I call it life
May 14, 2016
May 14, 2016 at 12:00 PM UTC
Allure to me with your bonescent,
sweat stench brought me closer.
Bone structure kept you here.
In my radius you stayed.
So nearly an artist, fickle.
Dearly departed, I miss you.
Brittle.
And I just kept saying no;
I couldn't handle you.
You must've miss understood the tone;
outspoken through the mandible.
Now I was out of my mind,
Insane at best.
Out of the body experience from inside the mind of the cranium.
Actually you were caught in cult of her anatomy.
First born in the ossification of you.
The next time he spoke,
awoken a sentiment.
The exoskeleton protected what was hiding inside.
And we decayed decayed.
His skeleton exposed; he grew on me like bones of a child.
And I've known his scent still sticks to my shell.
Under my skin and underground,
in the catacombs.
But only bones sent me here.
Just to snap back to reality
Jan 3, 2017
Jan 3, 2017 at 9:50 PM UTC
***It's there in black and white
The greater good demands sacrifice
I fall as I fail to penetrate with the sword of truth
Black clouds mask raw wounds worn as shadowed badges
And the proof of fragmented love
How can it be anything else?
A life in platitudes for a moment of freedom
A moment of honesty
A moment greater than those before and those to follow
Incarnadine pages depict the ****** of innocence
Turned ****** of crows
Set to peck out eyes that see only the good
In a smile that reflects the heart
You yearned to believe existed
Sacrificed, and still...
I would grow bone through flesh to block your pain***
Mar 21, 2017
Mar 21, 2017 at 12:22 PM UTC
Poetry is...
A happy day, all holidays
And March Twenty First
It is a smile of a passerby
At a crosswalk in Times Square
After 911
When everything tastes like soot
Someone sees you
In the city's ossification of the soul
With all that is unjust
And with every separation
That fear wounds us
The fickle eyes we humans
Worship by
At least someone sees you
In this amoebic herd
Risking to get across the traffic
Precariously held by red
When green is safe
Is good / is Go /
It's a day
And a healthy sign of life
Here on March Twenty First,
Poetry is
A bright sun,
A Holiday.
Poetry quenches our
Withins
The soul's
Deep thirst.
Mar 21, 2017
Mar 21, 2017 at 2:28 PM UTC
Lawrence Hall
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A Faraday Cage of the Mind
The dwarfs are for the dwarfs
-C. S. Lewis, The Last Battle
They wire themselves into a Faraday cage
As they make ossification great again
Raising their hands not in salutes but in fists
Their voices not in hymns but in foul hate
They wire themselves into a Faraday cage
Hug to themselves a past that never was
And circulate deception among themselves
In closed incestuous loops of rumors and chants
They wire themselves into a Faraday cage
So that a genuine thought will never penetrate
Jun 10, 2021
Jun 10, 2021 at 9:20 AM UTC