bottom grapes and curdled milk in my stomach
object
be silent
not signed about
take the present
it a meaningful moment
at that cornered life
you scram
behind the bent
stand she and he hide
out
for once and for naught
a single ounce
you got left to sell
comin in a center
miss perfect
deflecting death
shirt coats end polish
pranks and bank shot calling
from my starched abandon
lifetimes no skranton
big world owners and rulers
standard operator error
get blues when?
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Categories:
curdled, eulogy, extended metaphor, i
Form: Free verse
Curdled Milk
so, this is what life is about
no use to scream
no use to shout
this is what life is about
the cream floats to the top
the top to taste
first
slaking the thirst
of what life is about
but the cream
is but a whisper
the thinnest layer
the body yet good
is mere staple food
and if not used
quickly, quickly
it curdles and splits
knowledge and wits
yet
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Categories:
curdled, allegory, blessing, life,
Form: Dramatic Verse
Curdled Love
Sour Milk
Sinister lies
Diabolical intent
My Slow demise
Curdled blood
Serenade me with your death rattle
Acidic love roaming
Inside your wicked soul
Acid rain in my raspberry tea
No redemption for what cannot be saved
Venomous fangs shredding the placenta
That makes you human
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Categories:
curdled, love
Form: Free verse
Blood Curdled At the Chilling Quill 3
Blood Curdled at The Chilling Quill 3
The night is too quiet for breathing
The faces form
Swelling from the pitch oily; floats
Mouthless screaming
Into monstrous caverns
Where fang-ed teeth stalactite
On slavering tongues
Cold suffocation jabs pillowed rocks
Deep into racing erratic heart
And clamours the air on fingers bent
With scratches awake on a coffin lid
The weight of movement
To slow to lift
Raise
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Categories:
curdled, fantasy
Form: Free verse
Blood Curdled At the Chilling Quill 2
Blood Curdled at The Chilling Quill 2
And when the darkness falls
What sleep will there be
Save in dire dreams
The nightmare murder moves closer
On prickling skin
Balking and gagging
Left to the suffocation of sheets
And dripping sweat
When the darkness falls
Sleep there will be
But hunted on wide rimmed starings
On a chill pitch glue blackness
Shuffle tarot card footsteps
Only the skeleton
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Categories:
curdled, fantasymurder,
Form: Free verse
Blood Curdled At the Chilling Quill
Blood Curdled at The Chilling Quill
Sanctuary I prayed
Feet stumbling at a wet dank alter
Crumbled brick the skeletal shell
Of ancient cathedral
Safety
Mausoleum in the gloom of battered drips
Their ghostly quill of written blood
And zombie skins of parchment
Write their movement
On the clammy tips of sweat
Don’t even breathe
As the screaming prickling hairs stand stiff
As the chilling curdled down
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Categories:
curdled, death, mystery, science fictionme,
Form: Free verse