Submissions by JC-Luff
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Usually found on some tirade about this that, or the distortion of the other thing, J.C believes that there is spiritual growth to be made through the derangement of the sentences.
Phone Line
Touch tone plastic city
leafs of paper on the radiator trees
blind lunatics raging down the streets on unicycles
The air has been taxed
God is a phone call away
the sky remains a statement
Woke up in a tin can
woke up on the wrong side of eternity
woke up to the alarm on the edge of nowhere
I want to paint the town red
I want to eat a unicorn, well done with radishes
there is too much policy to deal with
I want to flow like a low density liquid
Penetrate the evening
Triangles abounding
I woke up in a tin can...
leafs of paper on the radiator trees
blind lunatics raging down the streets on unicycles
The air has been taxed
God is a phone call away
the sky remains a statement
Woke up in a tin can
woke up on the wrong side of eternity
woke up to the alarm on the edge of nowhere
I want to paint the town red
I want to eat a unicorn, well done with radishes
there is too much policy to deal with
I want to flow like a low density liquid
Penetrate the evening
Triangles abounding
I woke up in a tin can...
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apparatus
Shovel down another song
To play in gasoline.
Nothing ever goes too wrong
Construction paper dreams.
Falsities and broken notes
Left for the hollow masses.
Draining oil to stay afloat
golf club weekend passes.
He knows the way, so follow on
Until the Styx shall overflow
Unto a fairy tale's song
As above as so bellow.
Scissors aren't quite necessary
When the trees are fake.
Holidays now sanctuary
Leave the starving quaint.
To play in gasoline.
Nothing ever goes too wrong
Construction paper dreams.
Falsities and broken notes
Left for the hollow masses.
Draining oil to stay afloat
golf club weekend passes.
He knows the way, so follow on
Until the Styx shall overflow
Unto a fairy tale's song
As above as so bellow.
Scissors aren't quite necessary
When the trees are fake.
Holidays now sanctuary
Leave the starving quaint.
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Crayons
** AUDIO RESIDES @ http://www.soundcloud.com/jc-luff/crayons
You walked in October
the derilect changed.
the crosses and crayons
the last tone deranged
you were my favorite kamikaze
the dreams left to melt here
ten love songs ago
one more cracked word chorus
for an empty show
you were my favorite kamikaze
you were my favorite
you were my favorite kamikaze
left over clouds from neighbours messiahs
broke all my windows and tore out my eyes
I begged them to leave these broken desires
to rot where...
You walked in October
the derilect changed.
the crosses and crayons
the last tone deranged
you were my favorite kamikaze
the dreams left to melt here
ten love songs ago
one more cracked word chorus
for an empty show
you were my favorite kamikaze
you were my favorite
you were my favorite kamikaze
left over clouds from neighbours messiahs
broke all my windows and tore out my eyes
I begged them to leave these broken desires
to rot where...
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6 Comments
sax poetry
Sax Poetry : Featuring Moon Shawn
“A transcription of the closest thing JC Luff will ever do to “Free-Style”. The statement was made in 2013. I recited this stuff off the top of my head with a glass of wine and a friend on the sax. I did some post recording tweaks, but the integrity of the session remains intact.”
Audio resides @
https://soundcloud.com/jc-luff/sax-poetry-feat-moon-shawn
“ A statement to the ages is being made... “
The New Church of Manson
curse to eternity
blind in shaded nerves
soda lanterns
the mind in...
“A transcription of the closest thing JC Luff will ever do to “Free-Style”. The statement was made in 2013. I recited this stuff off the top of my head with a glass of wine and a friend on the sax. I did some post recording tweaks, but the integrity of the session remains intact.”
Audio resides @
https://soundcloud.com/jc-luff/sax-poetry-feat-moon-shawn
“ A statement to the ages is being made... “
The New Church of Manson
curse to eternity
blind in shaded nerves
soda lanterns
the mind in...
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Stir-Fry
I want a cow to be insulted repeatedly before it is served to me on my plate.
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Paper Snake (do something sane)
Eternal venom of the holy accomplice
winding branches into karmic wheels,
the day escapes me while I am here to admit it.
I was the unforgiven disgrace
of ten thousand empty bars across the river,
and my eyes were radium hair spray.
Animal gears in the slaughter bed
of broken verse to serenade
the afterbirth of swollen moon.
the same drug assaults me
when I only want the lesson,
cold war kitchen floor.
I need to do something sane,
before I realize how high I am,
so I can keep the night together.
The same...
winding branches into karmic wheels,
the day escapes me while I am here to admit it.
I was the unforgiven disgrace
of ten thousand empty bars across the river,
and my eyes were radium hair spray.
Animal gears in the slaughter bed
of broken verse to serenade
the afterbirth of swollen moon.
the same drug assaults me
when I only want the lesson,
cold war kitchen floor.
I need to do something sane,
before I realize how high I am,
so I can keep the night together.
The same...
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Coffee date
![restricted poem](/images/extremecontent.jpg)
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That Girl...
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And Quiet, Exactly How It Was
And quiet, exactly how it was
And I had forgotten exactly how this would take effect upon me.
And I had forgotten the star and her sisters,
and the blessed moon above from us...
in one night, we had everything.
I thought about the girl in blue
and how she didn’t want a dime from me,
or consequences of the day.
How everything made a sense ,
in its own little mannerism.
By stinging up your legs, you can be my Easter,
veering clouds of recognition,
from the passionate and angry gods of space.
They did not like how...
And I had forgotten exactly how this would take effect upon me.
And I had forgotten the star and her sisters,
and the blessed moon above from us...
in one night, we had everything.
I thought about the girl in blue
and how she didn’t want a dime from me,
or consequences of the day.
How everything made a sense ,
in its own little mannerism.
By stinging up your legs, you can be my Easter,
veering clouds of recognition,
from the passionate and angry gods of space.
They did not like how...
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Seventeen Death
Seventeen Death ,
you are a shadow of my being
so truthful , cold and too opaque
just like the bathroom floor.
Seventeen death,
you are also cloaked in mystery.
Just like the duke and earl of spades
choking in my mirror drops,
asking for a second helping
seventeen death
seventeen death
seventeen death
Lurking calmly in my soup bowls,
curling like the parking greys,
Seventeen death,
you'd called out my names.
Like a church boy in a choir of staples,
and the butter breath without the guns,
...
you are a shadow of my being
so truthful , cold and too opaque
just like the bathroom floor.
Seventeen death,
you are also cloaked in mystery.
Just like the duke and earl of spades
choking in my mirror drops,
asking for a second helping
seventeen death
seventeen death
seventeen death
Lurking calmly in my soup bowls,
curling like the parking greys,
Seventeen death,
you'd called out my names.
Like a church boy in a choir of staples,
and the butter breath without the guns,
...
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Salvation
Roadhouse Urinal Cake surplus.
rusty needle / dog sore kisses.
gratification of the soul through the abuse of english...
what if the end of consciousness is the gradual washing down of thought until all that remains is a simple vibration?
What if the next life is reduced to being a furniture arrangement?
rusty needle / dog sore kisses.
gratification of the soul through the abuse of english...
what if the end of consciousness is the gradual washing down of thought until all that remains is a simple vibration?
What if the next life is reduced to being a furniture arrangement?
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DU Poetry : Submissions by JC-Luff