Best Disinfected Poems

IT’S A MAD WORLD In a Lancashire Accent.

I went to the Confectioners today, there was a long queue outside, a metre apart, and it had started to rain. 
The assistant behind the counter had shiny eyebrows, they were that shiny they looked like plastic leeches...

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I

I am disinfected, sanitised from touch and eyes
Do not hold me. I am Bakelite and you smolder
Sat solid, the wall cold against my spine. A back-rest 
To concrete electrocution. 
I am distilled from Suburbia and Bohemian at Brandenberg
Rigid and saturnine. Heavy lidded Lichtenstein moons
And ruby...

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Willing, future wraps in entailment
music playing tricks on the mind
black to light 
back to black
distilling moments 
bleeding 
infernal internal attack

slow lit cigarettes 
ignition, pain felt recognition
burnt, a disarray of haze 
cutting in and out of undue ambiance 
unfiltered in musk filled stall

I, me, all
facing into...

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They wiped my thoughts
with antiseptic hands,
wrung my mind through linen logic
and hung me between breakfast
and scheduled silence.
Every hour—accounted for.
Every spark—neutralised.
Brainwashed.

Hope came in timed doses—
measured in milligrams
and dispensed with a paper cup
and plastic smile.
I swallowed the sun in tablet form
until it glowed from the inside
like a...

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We ride the cattle rail  Not knowing exactly what lay ahead. For weeks there's 
been no heat,  No bathrooms and we've barely been fed.  We arrive at our 
destined location.  Sobibor...Sobibor...Sobibor,  Is the death camp for Jews.  
Opening widely,...

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the episode took place near the sewer
the boy lay lifeless on the stiff ground
his white clothes dipping in red
a rowdy mob encircled him
like vultures awaiting the surrender of a fighting  spirit
his horrified eyes gave their last look
but no one dared to move a finger

yet...

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"Laid Upon Their Alters" 

qhapaq hucha 
it begins at birth
the most precious 
resource of all

we are registered,
audited, one by one
under the rod measured
by lizard rule 

the capacocha 
children of complacency
dumbed down, some
thorns, uppity, removed

heads counted 
to be held high 
as trophies, those played 
and won...

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Six a.m. the alarm click has rung
Time to wake up, time to start being mom
Wake up children
Get dressed, brush your teeth
We haven't a moment to lose
Time to start moving those feet
Jump in the mini-van
Start the engine up
Crap the windows are frosted
It must have dropped temperature
Below...

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Through the bank account
over painted naivety

it is so intense just to be here
between look and expectation
knowing
I'm just one step from alighting
to be
your personal abyss

afford me completeness
in the same way that
high ranked husband
of well polished wife
pays to a prostitute

by the sadness of creator
using the silk ribbon
you...

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Save your energy...
I've found my center a place to sit amongst the absent.
My mother-my best thought; says she made this all just for us.
Love your enemy...
My father killed my dog-my best friend, lost.
My father killed him then disinfected both hands in our kitchen sink.
A place...

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THANK YOU FOREVERMORE

Everywhere you step
That is where I am
With my oxygen hose
Under your feet again
When you are walking into a room
My oxygen hose catches your eye
You see it dragging on the ground
As you gently step over it to get by
It seems to be continual
To always...

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The kitchen's disinfected, the worktops squeaky clean,
The laundry's in the wardrobe and nothing's left in the machine.
The crockery is washed and dry, it's stacked in cupboards, looking neat.
There's just one nagging problem, I've got nothing left to eat!...

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The village air is pristine, filtered and non polluted.
It is from all the germs, diseases and bacteria disinfected.
The country folks are simple, natural, serene and beautiful.
They are unaffected by ego, vanity but are truly cheerful.
God made the country and man made the town
Man made the...

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Quick clay
A dog sent in
Looking for survivors
Given the last hug?
Hunting for people
Silent in quick clay

In a delivery room
She was real and she was perfect
Stillborn
A song played in the room next door
Dobie Gray – Drift away
No beat

A wreck on the highway
Knocking on heaven’s door
A graveyard shift
Knocking...

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I was very young,
Laying wrapped in cotton sheets.
Eyes heavy with soft happiness
Touched by the warm hand of a summer sun.
Breathed on by flower scented air
Cradled into a smiling sleep.

I was grown up
Laying wrapped in damp cotton sheets
Eyes dazzled with fierce desire
Touched by the flesh of...

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