Confusion din in which I waken
silence poise
Reaching on the dry mistaken
violent noise
He sleeps, he lies
like silver skies
the eyes are pools where dead men rise
and salty air (called alive) infects
who were never there
to scratch the skin.
Rest, he says.
Embodying the living death
much of nothing, nothing still
without a bottom of a breath
float bottom up on empty will.
He only sees the green monsters.
They’re wrapping around him
they‘re turning him colors
and they have my eyes
and the guts of others.
Screaming: I’m safe, always
safe, always been safe. That’s
when they choke him down.
These anagrams don’t make sense to me.
which?
these codes do not mean anything!
Graffiti is, graffiti’s gone
the dam broke, water’s washed it all.
He says: I’ll ship your evol out to sea
So great with your evol ewlliw be.
Unhinged from the earth
no mouth shall speak.
And I may cough up myself
and fall to death.
caught in the sensation
I perceived as inclination
laying nervous in my bed.
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My poems or short stories, will be different than any other. Maybe more horror, I don't know, what do you think? Comment. Don't Steal. Don't Copy.
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