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Apartment of Gore

we squeeze in the moment, breeze by the apartment of gore, go to the store with a nail and a 2x4 , flip the sign on the door, excuse yourself coz you're poor and ignored so implore to expose the cluttered shore of the strand of your mental, exponentially littered with shells of cosmogenetic instrumentals. The angelic visage of the store keep becomes disshevelled and the smell of fresh urine increases your mayhemic levels, the point of no return, is old news to you , you had your turn now it's chaos, the perpetual burn, the anti-blossom , ten fathoms past rock bottom, now drop 'em, spread 'em, cough, jingle and pop 'em, you're back in control, you hold a life by the soul, inhale their essence like a worm failed in it's escape from the mole.  your headrush rolls back, reality attacks and this attempt to pay the bills is covered in blood, your mind heaves in the mud, contradictions engulf you in black, ain't no slack til you're back in the apartment of gore, sweating, panting, spine against the door. 
The phone rings, you promise your girl bling, anything to keep her from asking you things.. "how was your day?" ..Visionary dissaray and it stings to see the bubble of trouble and the guilt that it brings, "necklaces, rings, fur coats" you feebly mumble and hang up the receiver and sink back into the rubble of this bomb-site you call life, stumble the line of strife 'long the edge of a knife towards your soon to be wife, she's biddin' on kids, you close your eyelids and the faces  of your victims blend with her whim, hit the skids, see the nail as it digs into the temple of marriage, these malevolent fractal thought patterns a miscarriage, impossible to share, it's your cross to bear, it gnaws at your spirit and smogs up the air you exhale, toxic clouds in your wake, invisible warfare and your foot's off the brakes, namesake fake and you take and you take.. empty the lake of positivity, see the ground bake and crack as you snake away to infinity, the endless interminable digestivity, toxicologically snacked upon by the demons of the wrath you enhanced with no glee, simply putrid, imps in the nude shred your synapses til you're worm food. 
Back to the earth by way of mushroom, mycelial web nourishes your extravagant virtues and adds flow to your ebb, this bliss will not desert you or hurt you but love you instead, cyclical rejuvenation and you rejoin the goddess in bed.

Copyright © Rob Browne

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  1. Date: 2/5/2013 3:34:00 PM
    Rob, :-) Congratulations with your creative top featured poem of the week. Take care and have yourself an excellent time here on the soup... I know I sure am. * or should I say I will at least try. Always~ & ~ Forever*LINDA"