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Temporal Fugue Dec 2018
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My dog drinks toilet water
he didn't used to do this
a lapping drinking monster

No training manual falter
lids are down, all around
no answers and no quarters

What drives the animal mind
I have no understanding
maybe some day I'll find
why it's so appealing

The water in his dish
the same found in the bowl
maybe it's a dog death wish
on a  suicide
protocol
Good lord, this is a new twist for me in dog ownership, he's not done this before (that I know of) but what's crazy is that the water in the toilet is basically the same water from the tap that goes into his water bowl, go figure ;\
Mateo Feb 14
on the corners of her mouth
lay a sight to see
something so pure
yet gazing
like the sun.
from that moment
i knew
you were a strange one.
my first poem ^_^
MOG THE FAMOUS CAT FROM OUTER SPACE.
GUMMPY  MOG  SAT ON HIS MAT.
LOOKING AROUND FOR  SCAPS  OF FOOD.
THIER WASN'T ENOUGH WERE HE CAME FROM.
CATS HAD TO WORK LIKE *****'S
FOR A BITE TO EAT.
WORSE STILL HUMANS
ORDERED THE CATS TO WORK LIKE SLAVES.
CATS  WERE DEPRESSED
DEPEIVED  OF  TLC.
CATS DIDN'T HAVE 9 LIFE'S
BE LUCKY TO HAVE JUST ONE LIFE.
CATS  WERE  CRUELY TREATED.
NOT ALLOWED TO FOAM FREE
THEY WERE CHAINED TOGETHER  IN  BUDDLE.
IT WAS MORE THAN MOG Could BARE.
THAT'S  WHY HE LEFT  THE PLACE HE KNEW SO WELL.
UNILL ONE MORNING HE WOKE UP WITH A FRIGHT. RELEASED IT WAS  A  BAD AFAIR.
HE JUMMPED UP MEOWED AND WANDERD EXCITED AMONG  THE  WILD  FLOWERS IN A FIELD SO RARE.
HE
Harriet Cleve Jul 2018
you didn't deserve the poems you wrote

born of your suffering

dragged from fractured yesterdays

nor did they deserve you

letting you down on the cold dank streets

refusing to warm your cold blue blood


borrowing words you never paid back

you owed each other nothing

except companionship for what it was worth

For what you were worth


There you were, an odd pair

two legs on an upturned stool

unstable

rummaging this life for a good line


you could have done without the dereliction

the destruction of the foundation of youth

dodging wrecking ***** aimed at your head

the head wreckers and headhunters

the scalp wreckers and scalp hunters


a bottle of ruby down a parched throat

a smoke to fill the grateful lungs

women to wash your long nights down

they were your proudest boast


You didn't deserve the poems you wrote

Nor did they deserve you

Yet such is companionship

strange bedfellows

slipping between the sheets and a good line
A tribute to Charles Bukowski
NC Aug 2018
Something different in your eyes
Isn't it a fire?
What are you prepare?
Then why do I care?
It can make me melt, I wouldn't dare.

You introduce me to our river
So I can see you clearer
There's a poison and water
Unintentionally became a power

A couple things I compare
Between you and the scripture

A couple things I aware
When you and me already perspire

It's strange, we bring our bodies to suffer
Why don't wait until we sober
And we can start over.
©anecstatic 2018
Sean Hunt Nov 2018
We behave in a strange way
you and me
trying to rearrange
the waves on the sea
or catching water while it falls
seeming as solid
as a wall
agnes Mar 5
losing your mind is the most addictive drug
one can never know when you come down from your bittersweet high
little bunny
are you scared of me again?
have I ever told you to shut your ******* mouth?

my favourite colour is now blue
the royal kind of blue that will swallow you whole if you get too close
bunny dear
have I ever told you I love you?

why are my legs not carrying me faster?
why am I not ******* running until I collapse once more?
take these pills and let them travel through your veins
they’ll destroy your teeth but isn’t that what you want?
bunny
I can’t bite you anymore

lay your trust in fate, astrology, a god our two
let them take the blame for what you do
sweet bunny
how did it turn out like this?
why are you chasing after me?

I’ll sing a song for you
I’ll tear apart the lyrics and do anything to distract you
please don’t hurt me again
bunny
you’re the sweetest demon I’ve ever met
but please don’t let me drink that

everything is calm
I’m okay
let’s look past the toxic truth and live within denial
my darling bunny
I regret what I said
you’re the most addictive drug and I’ll never doubt your words
I’ll accept that you’ve got your nest in my brain
but please don’t tear my body apart again
James LR Dec 2018
Strange thoughts, strange dreams
Bulging at their seams.
Teeth that feel and think and breathe.

A shattered sky, a shattered mind
Locked and thinking out of time.
The satin droplets from on high
that sink into the burning snow,
The mountain stoops to squint at stone.
i’m going to tell you a secret.
i am a cosmic child with a heart made out of rose petals and lead.
hair that’s made of woven stardust flows atop my head
my lips are dark like an apple, a seductive shade of red
my laugh is not a laugh, it is a song instead
and when I fall asleep, i use a cloud as my bed
but if you were too love me…….
well i think you’d be happier dead.
patty m Feb 2015
Silly fools,
touching the planchette
as it invades the haunts of spirits and demons
their dangerous interaction
pointing to blackened letters
or the answers yes or no.

Open gateway something relentless creeps to the surface
unbeknownst to anyone.  
Do they think this is a game, this summoning?

Bluesman, playing his guitar
sings about a shadowy man
on a dark road and the bargains he makes.
Moonless skies and rumbling trains
a strange twisting in guts
as a crows caw spreading shiny wings.

Shadows, the long road is filled with shadow,
filigreed limbs darkening fleeting time and the trains with
their black smoky smudge muffling secrets.

A strange man turns up, like a carney in a traveling show
to show us a frightening future.
Spreading prophesies of horrible events along with the demise of millions, with demons gnawing human flesh.
Then too there was the promise of the dead rising;
exhumed bodies, an army of zombies marching.

Old men smoke their cigarettes, lungs crackling
in phlegmy coughs, rheumy eyes filled with pain
as they watch the children **** in frenzied dance
their heads spinning clockwise. . .  
The train chugs off in the distance
as the last illusion crumbles into a dark and rotting hole.

We no longer see the stranger.
as the song comes to an end,
yet disquieting things skitter on the edge of reason
as they slither through our fear.
Up ahead looms a fiery god staying
trajectories of doom and damnation,
while the Bluesman strums his old guitar
on a ghost train going nowhere.
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