Submissions by 0913338 (Semaj)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
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today's news is
today's news is
legs get spread by the gun of cain
and able beheads the storytellers of the king
abraham prepares his baby for sacrifice
while his teenagers joke about the ice water
folly of the masses to quell death in donations
blood pours from the holes in bodies
because we can't stop eating monkeys
or putting bullets in each other
it’s a daisy sun burst blue cloud larvae
resurrection from the slaughters world
no matter how many trees we hug
the soldiers bayonet will always find
a ripe belly to unburden of its fruit
legs get spread by the gun of cain
and able beheads the storytellers of the king
abraham prepares his baby for sacrifice
while his teenagers joke about the ice water
folly of the masses to quell death in donations
blood pours from the holes in bodies
because we can't stop eating monkeys
or putting bullets in each other
it’s a daisy sun burst blue cloud larvae
resurrection from the slaughters world
no matter how many trees we hug
the soldiers bayonet will always find
a ripe belly to unburden of its fruit
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2 Comments
a man-fish ready to climb mountains
a grain of sand in the eye never lies
as you run with mad fervor
to cleanse this blinding truth
in the cold baptism of genesis
eyes open under the salt blue sea
rising with dog-head shaking prowess
to meet the burning-star white-cloud day
skin glinting with water droplet scales
like a man-fish ready to climb mountains
as you run with mad fervor
to cleanse this blinding truth
in the cold baptism of genesis
eyes open under the salt blue sea
rising with dog-head shaking prowess
to meet the burning-star white-cloud day
skin glinting with water droplet scales
like a man-fish ready to climb mountains
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3 Comments
odds end beginnings, bogartings required, solo hit # 1: sitting on top of the world
I - sunday sinner's in the hands of an angry inflatable fetish doll flash back
praise the awake
risen is the lord
the full -throated
cock-blood tree root of
the morn at night
II - this is not an oath oath
the ax sharp truth kills truth
kiss the killers of the praise
III - a history of everything right now then and next
fire reverse coal-red sensimilla sticky whisting smoke
rings something nothing not didn't banged hot cooler
heavy whoosh sunny rainy on rock-roots stem-leaf till...
praise the awake
risen is the lord
the full -throated
cock-blood tree root of
the morn at night
II - this is not an oath oath
the ax sharp truth kills truth
kiss the killers of the praise
III - a history of everything right now then and next
fire reverse coal-red sensimilla sticky whisting smoke
rings something nothing not didn't banged hot cooler
heavy whoosh sunny rainy on rock-roots stem-leaf till...
101 reads
4 Comments
at god at nothing
the whiskey made me
or the want from
all gone the
whiskey made me
i told the cinder blocks
the locks and keys
the jailer the judge
the lawyer the cop
the handcuffs the taser
the window broken
the blood on fire
made me the whiskey
blame the corn too
the rain the dirt
the farmer his daughter
her legs in the sun,
who's also to blame
just don't blame me
the irish the scots
the drunks the monkeys
all we've got left
is this feces throwing
at...
or the want from
all gone the
whiskey made me
i told the cinder blocks
the locks and keys
the jailer the judge
the lawyer the cop
the handcuffs the taser
the window broken
the blood on fire
made me the whiskey
blame the corn too
the rain the dirt
the farmer his daughter
her legs in the sun,
who's also to blame
just don't blame me
the irish the scots
the drunks the monkeys
all we've got left
is this feces throwing
at...
104 reads
5 Comments
happy mother's day
you’re a shit child
she said
like i love you
you really truly are
i don’t like your friends
you’re a good lair
get a coat it's cold
get sick and die then
mommies tired
go buy me a pack
poor me another glass
shut up goddamn it
and go to sleep
thank you
she said
for making my life
hell
your welcome
she said
like i love you
you really truly are
i don’t like your friends
you’re a good lair
get a coat it's cold
get sick and die then
mommies tired
go buy me a pack
poor me another glass
shut up goddamn it
and go to sleep
thank you
she said
for making my life
hell
your welcome
104 reads
3 Comments
the muddy creek bonfire of nostalgia
this was when youth came dizzy spinning hands down the pants like deepbelly laughs
on the front end of a bawling baby just before the dreamtime blackouts
and lying about everything when caught cause nothing seems a better rebellion,
when clothes meant dirty bare no-shirt sunburned tree-top scratched feet,
black bear mommas and wooly bear caterpillars ,king snakes, and stealthy owl-horned
wingspans eclipsing riots of light in the crooked bark leaf hand arms of the
maple gum forest sentinels, of...
on the front end of a bawling baby just before the dreamtime blackouts
and lying about everything when caught cause nothing seems a better rebellion,
when clothes meant dirty bare no-shirt sunburned tree-top scratched feet,
black bear mommas and wooly bear caterpillars ,king snakes, and stealthy owl-horned
wingspans eclipsing riots of light in the crooked bark leaf hand arms of the
maple gum forest sentinels, of...
90 reads
2 Comments
deep end mantras of her mind
knotted platelets sweat love and death from the spoonful of a heart's magic happenings before you even drink her baffling brew so knife the subterranean swell biting blues stitched in the arrow tips hollow point that aims across the hungry sky to pierce the mirage of all colored phantasms of the photons dream bleeding upward like a winged prayer from the boiling seas
the dawn like a five petal red-pink pentagram of the inner rose vagina painted a thousand bits of isolation in feigned sensual communion as the cacophony chatter banter drone of descendant dinosaur songs whistle...
the dawn like a five petal red-pink pentagram of the inner rose vagina painted a thousand bits of isolation in feigned sensual communion as the cacophony chatter banter drone of descendant dinosaur songs whistle...
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1 Comment
old man of the silver queen kingdom
acres he tilled at night
after the factory work putting
shiny butts on trucks
we day poked seeds in the black dirt
when almanacs prophesized
an end of the seasonal ice-grass
hoe weeding rows all days but sabbaths
"not the goddamn corn boys "
he said on leather hand satrurdays
swinging sun up till down
we never asked for drink 'less
he walked to the dirty hose and
water rivers fed mud-cracked lips
bellies sloshing like pig troughs
the hard stalks like horny
green boys rose to the...
after the factory work putting
shiny butts on trucks
we day poked seeds in the black dirt
when almanacs prophesized
an end of the seasonal ice-grass
hoe weeding rows all days but sabbaths
"not the goddamn corn boys "
he said on leather hand satrurdays
swinging sun up till down
we never asked for drink 'less
he walked to the dirty hose and
water rivers fed mud-cracked lips
bellies sloshing like pig troughs
the hard stalks like horny
green boys rose to the...
76 reads
9 Comments
five four three two one
to be honest (fingers crossed)
i did sleep with your wife
and your husband
passed out before the dog
got involved
but what i
planned to say
was i am
attached to my esophagus
or it to my stomach
and it's like a snake
contracting cows
and pigs and cupcakes
(a penny once - mom said
swallowing presidents
was a bad idea, but an old abe
may be better than
a slick willy i supposed)
well, and to the idea
(still with me) really,
attached too the idea that is
that esophagus has...
i did sleep with your wife
and your husband
passed out before the dog
got involved
but what i
planned to say
was i am
attached to my esophagus
or it to my stomach
and it's like a snake
contracting cows
and pigs and cupcakes
(a penny once - mom said
swallowing presidents
was a bad idea, but an old abe
may be better than
a slick willy i supposed)
well, and to the idea
(still with me) really,
attached too the idea that is
that esophagus has...
95 reads
5 Comments
people and stars
countless stars
the cliché goes
make you feel
small
but no one
on the street
says hello
and even
if they did
it would
sound like
the cliché goes
make you feel
small
but no one
on the street
says hello
and even
if they did
it would
sound like
91 reads
4 Comments
if it wasn't for you
if it wasn't for you
i'd be alive
or dead
able to tell
the difference
i'd be alive
or dead
able to tell
the difference
104 reads
2 Comments
good morning mother f**ker to me a love song
can you read the future in the pine needle storm pattern on the lawn or the catawampus mane of your hair in the early morn, trim the hedges man, find the barber, this windblown mayhem needs put to rest, pasture, a bullet to the head will do, stop your whiny whinnying pandering to kitty's wittle heart, ain't no pills wees got to keep the rot at bay friend, the end is the end, the end, not the beginning, the great beyond or your shitty ole raggedy bag doll turned to a pistil pollen honey heaven queen , the fire pyre won't help neither, hot and sparkly at night makes for poetic remembrance of...
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4 Comments
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