Matthew Harris Poet I do not know?

Natural Soporific Narcotic

recurrent suicidal thoughts vain
     gloriously wend 
     (o'er a death cab for cutie weeknd)
     yanking zeal

becalming this crash test dummy rolling 
     stone temple pilot inxs 
     of maroon 5 plus decades long 
perdition hellaciously slogging 

     slow as adam and the ants, 
     thru fifty shades of gray's 
     anatomy common weal
masterly baiting this motley crue (cutting), 

     beatle browed, beastie boy, 
     outre gee (bee) us, grateful dead, 
     mailer daemons inhabit 
     cavernous fist size vastness steel

via Herbie Hancock (Hermans Hermits)   
     cheesy Munster trap doors that steal, 
deep purple swiftly tailored 
     culture club members squeal

hosted by mega death pack rat boston for real
venue at Tokyo hotel, via en grave invitation 
     signed by Alice in Chains poison huss kiss 
     sing, which will spellbind 

     once contents unveiled, an instant app peal
immediately choking off air supply 
     then Alice Cooper egging bad company 
     to hypnotize the guess who sacrificial meal

supplanting raw primal scream from spinal tap
     acquiescing self to abandon all hope,
especially if black sabbath joins 
     creed dance clearwater revival 

     dark shadows would demand one 
     (to take a knee) and kneel
before sacrificing oneself at the beck and call 
     of evanescent nirvana 

     experiencing permanent relief, 
sans soul (twisted) sister riding a hansom 
     off phish hull heart shaped coffin 
     ample room enough for blind 

     melon collie 10,000 maniacs, their heal 
ling powers profusely emanating 
     via m&m shaped talking heads
methinks averring obeisance 

     to judas priest and hooters with coldplay feel
ling of eternal sleep, where quiet pussy riot
     joins carpenters, whose underground 
     sepulchral crowded house indicative

  cynthesis iz a done dizzy Gillespie afterlife deal
and you bet your sweet bippy meme
an extra bonus for orthodox believers 
     (absent myself - a skeptic),
     whose karma with long deceased will anele!

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