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Feeling really annoyed and angry. I'd rant, but why? No one would care, plus it's better to channel it through poetry. So here's another poem from me. Comments will be appreciated.
The Dance of the Pythons
Jump diffract
Run reflect
Substance emit
phony beams
High attack
Gaping crevasse
Fill with icy liquor, empty lies, viscous blood and words.
Live a million years
to see the day when the green fluid
cleanses the grainy lives of robotic jars,
implanted souls and genetic love.
Slither roll
Squeeze entice
Dessert waits
for those who don't.
Smell the air to taste the death
Love your neighbour to become
just another memory
forgotten by those who'd rather
have another serving of turkey
and limestone jelly.
And as day breaks, ghostly moonlight
envelops the sole survivor of
reptilean orgy. Banished from their
tribal lavatory, he seeks gochi berries.
Sex is the pursuit of the stupid.
Sweat drips down her neck,
forming a crystalline necklace of dew
Ignorance.
The grass where he is not, grows cool.
6 years ago
2 comments:
"Banished from their
tribal lavatory, he seeks gochi berries."
I don't know hwy but this line cracks me up.
Nice poem, it has a soothing erraticism to it.
I think some of the imagery is lost on me. The images seem too frenetic and random of me to get the real meaning of the poem.
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