Submissions by ButcherScraps
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Born under a bad sign with a blue moon in my eyes.
Redline
A spark hits the ice
& the Sun is hooked,
abandoned plazas
scenting phrase-
a chariot lights
a fox & runs
a hilt of moon
through the Eyes In the Sky,
a daggered hillside jaunt-
a greening despairs
to blackest browning,
stewed in some
hope cum bile,
stenches burst
from shaded doorways,
the streets behind
are honking sows.
Pork, crawl,
& dine.
Fattened little
pismire bastards,
dandelions
eat your sidewalks!
Titillating
treacherous
thistledown...
& the Sun is hooked,
abandoned plazas
scenting phrase-
a chariot lights
a fox & runs
a hilt of moon
through the Eyes In the Sky,
a daggered hillside jaunt-
a greening despairs
to blackest browning,
stewed in some
hope cum bile,
stenches burst
from shaded doorways,
the streets behind
are honking sows.
Pork, crawl,
& dine.
Fattened little
pismire bastards,
dandelions
eat your sidewalks!
Titillating
treacherous
thistledown...
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Break In Case of Emergency
The extinguisher
is useless without the fire;
I am here in case.
is useless without the fire;
I am here in case.
79 reads
1 Comment
Deepthroat
Gleaming pipe for Quickstop jitters,
a plastic rose for a sweetheart's coat...
the parking lot sizzles
a drizzled bane...
the neon winks a flay of glass,
a full-on tank of rich gasoline,
a sidelong croak
of choking numb
on some dumb rage:
all teeth & tongue
& throat of dark...
a deeper sense for
observation:
aspiration:
filled & florescent
with a Chore Boy blue,
a Faustian bargain
cloaked in smoke:
belles to ring
a defining purple,
taken aback
from deals with devils -...
a plastic rose for a sweetheart's coat...
the parking lot sizzles
a drizzled bane...
the neon winks a flay of glass,
a full-on tank of rich gasoline,
a sidelong croak
of choking numb
on some dumb rage:
all teeth & tongue
& throat of dark...
a deeper sense for
observation:
aspiration:
filled & florescent
with a Chore Boy blue,
a Faustian bargain
cloaked in smoke:
belles to ring
a defining purple,
taken aback
from deals with devils -...
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Shedding Sacred Skins
Blooded early,
alone,
but it's a cinch.
Just peeling skin on
spattered rock
to a slamming cry
(sometimes there are no
quiet places to hide,
so one must
roar to survive),
then halting hot
on our gushing spot...
perhaps teaching death
the bug-eyed splat.
My fecal ritual
is claiming high
where I mulch my dreams
to mysterious screams,
the buzzing green
ambrosia wind
will soon grow thin,
{all we have to offer
is meat, blood,
& waste,
fodder for the ground...
alone,
but it's a cinch.
Just peeling skin on
spattered rock
to a slamming cry
(sometimes there are no
quiet places to hide,
so one must
roar to survive),
then halting hot
on our gushing spot...
perhaps teaching death
the bug-eyed splat.
My fecal ritual
is claiming high
where I mulch my dreams
to mysterious screams,
the buzzing green
ambrosia wind
will soon grow thin,
{all we have to offer
is meat, blood,
& waste,
fodder for the ground...
100 reads
2 Comments
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