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Synthetic Selection

Explode the galaxy
iron out this wrinkle in time

Cheapen a poor mans rich taste in fashion
it’s habit to be a creature of design

When the delicate send out the search party
start by scanning the various roadsides
follow the stench of day old regret 
that should lead in right to my location

Where have I landed?
A strangers planet Earth?
A manic depressives getaway?
A lunatics wet dream?

Drain the oceans 
bleed the kids on the mountain
the formidable foes of the knife I haven’t sharpened yet
jam packed arenas stocked with fresh meat
I’ll start at the bottom

-The Man-
The man holds the hand of his wife 
greeting me with a reverse handshake
Something grainy about his personal life
leaked into his lovers tears
it sure as hell isn't this lady on his arm

Rinse his eyes in a river of lust only to let him see what he's done has scorched the Earth
straying too far from...

Rid you

The scum secretes 
my head can't take much more of this eyesore
total eclipse of his soul has begun

Next up...

-The Harlot-
The girl holding the rose laughing
she’s breeding an uncanny look of impurity

Nothing perverse about what I’m thinking 
it’s what she is

Spreading a soil around the town that reeks
a forked road where she walks down the handle
nothing she won’t do 
nothing she won’t take or see 

Come here and meet me in the middle 
there aren’t so many eyes here
I’m sure this won’t be the most popular of assassinations
everyone likes a harlot

Excitement stimulates  
Diseases decimate
Make up your minds

-The Vagrant-
Traveling on web feet has begun to hurt his ego
burn his shoes and prick at the calloused soul of a man ravaged by nothing

Pity is lost on skin without purpose
throw a penny at something that begs
spare a nickel for a chosen profession

Demon in disguise if you ask me

Blameless self de-evolution personified in a cardboard box
warming themselves with headlines and bold ink
Alas, what I do must be done
It's a thirst unquenched by a common liquid and if not
then innocence is lost in a blink of an eye

Explode this galaxy
iron out this wrinkle in time

Copyright © Martin Graham

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  1. Date: 12/29/2009 1:52:00 PM
    ok, are you packing a bomb? LOL