Submissions by rayheinrich (Death Plane for Teddy)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Two of the cats i live with piss in my shoes. My wife either doesn't, or her piss smells like the second cat's.
< lesson 23 >
the blood
is red
her face
is hit
he said
she bled
of blood
of bone
her skin
is split
her lip
is bit
her face
is hit
the burn
is red
the lip
is torn
the head
is hit
the bone
it twists
it breaks
the skin
is pulled
it swells
it splits
the bone
is bent
is cracked
it bares
the blood
is red
is black
it cracks
it splits
the bone
the skin
...
is red
her face
is hit
he said
she bled
of blood
of bone
her skin
is split
her lip
is bit
her face
is hit
the burn
is red
the lip
is torn
the head
is hit
the bone
it twists
it breaks
the skin
is pulled
it swells
it splits
the bone
is bent
is cracked
it bares
the blood
is red
is black
it cracks
it splits
the bone
the skin
...
335 reads
12 Comments
< mighty water >
close to the breath of the shore
your sound
drops from my mouth
sanded
birded
winded
washed in your arms
as i mold myself
to the in and out of you
and of the moon
pulling our tides
and of the fish in me
begging
for your hook
- - -
your sound
drops from my mouth
sanded
birded
winded
washed in your arms
as i mold myself
to the in and out of you
and of the moon
pulling our tides
and of the fish in me
begging
for your hook
- - -
278 reads
22 Comments
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331 reads
20 Comments
< another god-damned easter poem >
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most of you was naked
i
on the other hand
was getting close
to the end of the conveyer belt
dumping us off into the abyss
or
into all the chocolate we'd ever want
but
there was no way to find out
which
it was
it seems that way with us
all of us who vowed
to always sleep naked under the same sheet
now you can walk up on the...
most of you was naked
i
on the other hand
was getting close
to the end of the conveyer belt
dumping us off into the abyss
or
into all the chocolate we'd ever want
but
there was no way to find out
which
it was
it seems that way with us
all of us who vowed
to always sleep naked under the same sheet
now you can walk up on the...
#Easter
#religion
#PopCulture #consumerism
#PopCulture #consumerism
424 reads
14 Comments
< forgotten >
some sort of song is coming out
my next door neighbor's window
and i find myself singing it
not knowing it or anything
just singing it
it mentions you
it mentions you again
and the chorus answers me
as my heart used to
the one i've forgotten
the one i'm embarrassed to talk about
sings along reminding me of you
of how we sang
this song
forgotten
like my heart
- - -
my next door neighbor's window
and i find myself singing it
not knowing it or anything
just singing it
it mentions you
it mentions you again
and the chorus answers me
as my heart used to
the one i've forgotten
the one i'm embarrassed to talk about
sings along reminding me of you
of how we sang
this song
forgotten
like my heart
- - -
358 reads
25 Comments
< the hell of perfect round burgers >
we're overcome
with the long relationship
of love
with seeds
from some new fruit
bred
recombinant
kissing
fucking
dna
the opposite
to the hell of perfect round burgers frying deliciously
the hell
the opposite of winter
loses count
of your seeds
the seeds i eat
suck
each one
they've
been growing in me for so long
you'd think
i was ready for birth
or at least the pain
i can smell you
...
with the long relationship
of love
with seeds
from some new fruit
bred
recombinant
kissing
fucking
dna
the opposite
to the hell of perfect round burgers frying deliciously
the hell
the opposite of winter
loses count
of your seeds
the seeds i eat
suck
each one
they've
been growing in me for so long
you'd think
i was ready for birth
or at least the pain
i can smell you
...
468 reads
6 Comments
< the red heart and the silver heart >
Then I saw a great white throne and Him who was seated
on it. And I saw the dead, great and small, standing
before the throne. And then the book of life was
opened, and the dead were judged by what was written in
the book. And the sea gave up the dead, and the lake of
fire, the second death, rose up. And they were judged,
each one of them, according to what they had done. If
anyone's name was not found written in the book of
life, he was thrown into the lake of fire."
- Revelation 20:11
the red...
on it. And I saw the dead, great and small, standing
before the throne. And then the book of life was
opened, and the dead were judged by what was written in
the book. And the sea gave up the dead, and the lake of
fire, the second death, rose up. And they were judged,
each one of them, according to what they had done. If
anyone's name was not found written in the book of
life, he was thrown into the lake of fire."
- Revelation 20:11
the red...
607 reads
9 Comments
< dog diaper >
The patents for this dog diaper
are basic patents
because they comprise
structural features
not contained
in prior designs
which only propose pouches
placed under the tail
which produce friction
against the anus
and do not prevent
the leakage of waste
outside the pouch.
This pouch
on the other hand
provides an entrance
encircling
the root of the tail
and the anal region
of the dog
and a top portion ...
are basic patents
because they comprise
structural features
not contained
in prior designs
which only propose pouches
placed under the tail
which produce friction
against the anus
and do not prevent
the leakage of waste
outside the pouch.
This pouch
on the other hand
provides an entrance
encircling
the root of the tail
and the anal region
of the dog
and a top portion ...
271 reads
10 Comments
< dream gun >
i dream of making my dream gun
making my dream gun
night
after night
as the metal glows
as i melt it
in the crucible of my head
melt it
melt it every night
and every night
my gun finds you
dream gun finds and i regret
regret its bullet
makes its hole
makes it in your perfect head
just above your eyes
your eyes
just above where we began
then out
then out
where we must end
- - -
making my dream gun
night
after night
as the metal glows
as i melt it
in the crucible of my head
melt it
melt it every night
and every night
my gun finds you
dream gun finds and i regret
regret its bullet
makes its hole
makes it in your perfect head
just above your eyes
your eyes
just above where we began
then out
then out
where we must end
- - -
276 reads
17 Comments
< strawberry milkshake >
short version:
< strawberry milkshake >
i think of this as a poem
but you don't need to
in fact
if you want
you can think it's a milkshake
but if you do
i hope it's strawberry
- - -
long version:
< strawberry milkshake >
ray thinks he wrote me
but i was the one using his hands
i'm a thief
i take anything i want
the version of me in HD video should be attached
(if you didn't get it, you probably can't) ...
< strawberry milkshake >
i think of this as a poem
but you don't need to
in fact
if you want
you can think it's a milkshake
but if you do
i hope it's strawberry
- - -
long version:
< strawberry milkshake >
ray thinks he wrote me
but i was the one using his hands
i'm a thief
i take anything i want
the version of me in HD video should be attached
(if you didn't get it, you probably can't) ...
1167 reads
7 Comments
< affirmation >
old wooden toolbox
made by my grandfather
fourth drawer down
his old pistol
sleeps in it's manger
of folded red oil-cloth
immaculate
steel
blue
lean
cool
loaded
i place it on the table
there it is...
who should i take with me?
who should i save the planet from?
when can i do this?
any time i want
very comforting
perks me right up
- - -
made by my grandfather
fourth drawer down
his old pistol
sleeps in it's manger
of folded red oil-cloth
immaculate
steel
blue
lean
cool
loaded
i place it on the table
there it is...
who should i take with me?
who should i save the planet from?
when can i do this?
any time i want
very comforting
perks me right up
- - -
327 reads
10 Comments
< the universe >
upstairs
the rice cooks —
i must be mindful of the time
the rice is not forgiving
done in fickle time
it's done and ready
or it's gone
i feel like rice
i feel like fields again
or maybe corn
high stalks of corn
all lighted in a bluish light
the dream again
a crash of car on car
a skull
a body
off
and out
and gone
no mention of the blood
the red
the primal red
but red
red as the light
that light that moves...
the rice cooks —
i must be mindful of the time
the rice is not forgiving
done in fickle time
it's done and ready
or it's gone
i feel like rice
i feel like fields again
or maybe corn
high stalks of corn
all lighted in a bluish light
the dream again
a crash of car on car
a skull
a body
off
and out
and gone
no mention of the blood
the red
the primal red
but red
red as the light
that light that moves...
349 reads
19 Comments
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