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Broken Glass

Broken Glass

My thoughts like broken glass.
Pieces like a jigsaw puzzle.
I can’t put my finger on the right one(s).
I look through each one.
They look so clear.

Stained Glass

God's light shines through.
I suffered through the process.
Serendipity of stained glass.
When I let go, the colors
amazed me so, and not just that,
but the stories they told.

Fragile prayers

Yes, this earth is fragile,
black and blue with floods,
earthquakes, spinners,
and suffering. Is this earth
a bottle of perfumed prayers?

Ascent of Scent

That perfume bottle
is lavender-esque,
something most beautiful,
like Queen Esther,
not her first encounter with the King
but the last, when her pretty head
could have rolled.

weird with loomer

Monica-esque Laura Loomer
This wing nut is Trump’s new roomer
What does he exchange
With this kook so strange?
On his plane is she his groomer?

A Day In the Life Act 3 and 4

Act Three - the nap 

Naptime was uneventful.  The girls didn’t show up.  The dog snores.  He drools.  The pillowcase is a brownish, water stained, Picasso-esque masterpiece.

Act Four - table for three 

Dogs are omnivorous, they will eat anything that hits the floor.  The cat is more selective.  It will use a single claw to remind him of its likes and dislikes.  If it is rare steak the cat will use several claws and a paw to guide his hand from plate to gaping maw.  The dog will pretend it is sleeping and drool in anticipation.  If he opens a can of tuna he believes that the cat will have an ****** as it claws his leg.  The three of them eat a highly protein(aka-meat)-centric diet.

John G. Lawless
©4/28/2023

Aren'T Chickens Just So Big

Aye, the Chicken.
Not the Wolf, Not the Lion, Not the King Cobra, Not the Rhino, Not the Shark,
but the Chicken.
Absolutely massive is this Chicken.
I mean, if you
could picture two California Redwoods but, rather than red bark
 it's more bamboo-esque...

That's this big ass Chicken. 
And I, the Ant, have to dodge this demonic, cawing Chicken who can look down but doesn't
while I am almost crushed by a Chicken.

Are you even still listening? Why'd I expect a Human to understand?

Blended Pans

Blended Pans
All things to all men.
Take me to two thousand words.
And send me in orbit so fast.
Tannhauser Gate bound.
Blade Runner esque times ahead.
Paradise on fire.

Saw You

I saw you standing there
Only see your chest
Long blue denim dress
Bare shoulders
Slim sexy tattoos
Do you desire me?
I do you
You remind me of the witch
I serve you cigs
From my shop
I give you your change
See it's the gay
So damn sexy
Lady boy esque
Let's watch Coming Out
And have some fun
Now nownow!








Juniper’s Daughter: Fookin' Weech

Nick Armbrister

Shadow of a Doubt

By Craig J. Burt /Jimmy Boom Semtex
Are you ok?
Your brain's rattling like crazy
You're dancing like a ballerina
Twerkin around these crazy hot streets
You say why be a bore?
Life is a chore
Refuse to fade
Like a shadow of a doubt
Silver star filled skies
Shining proudly
Living freely & deep in love
We're no longer 
Strangers tonight now 
Sensational romantics 
Loving devoutly

And the clatter of heels echoes
Upon concrete downtown Havana
Never had it so good or free
The Castros’ grip and communism fade
While we dance chest to chest
Thigh to thigh Lambada-esque
Los Lobos couldn’t be this cool
Nor move so erotic like you and me
For freedom for Cuba for us
This goes on and on
Like a whistling wind
Calling your name
Stop stop and listen
Do you hear it?

The Jacket

It still hangs there,
		     there on the back of my door.

“Wa d’y lev ut thur?” I can hear you say 
in that Chatterley-esque accent of yours,
rippling through me.

“It’s so I can smell you” 
I’d reply if I could:
a waft and scent of your neck,
hair… whenever I’d leave the
room. When I’d enter it. 
If I just pass by.

I’d tell you that, at night, my arms
loosen their flesh and peel on the cotton,
a needle sews blood afresh into my seams.
At night, the zipper puts my chest back
together and holds my knocking heart in 
place…. my ribcage ivory buttons, poached.
My beard grows longer to the left, matching the 
lopsided drawstring I pulled in a prank. At night, 
the frayed knitting weaves its way into my arm hair.
The smattering of chest hair that made you laugh is now 
indistinguishable from where a sewing machine once clamped 
shut. At night my fingers become the tips of each sleeve – just out 
of reach of your hand 
       
  but forever trying.

“It still hangs there” I’d tell you, if I could,
					     “there on the back of our door.”

It hangs there, it hangs there
	          		        still

Doodles

I doodle hearts
Because I want some love.
I draw cartoony stars
Because I want a life
Full of shining, defining meaning,
Even more fulfilled by someone
Who seems to have been sent from above.

I doodle flowers
Because they remind me
Of old symbols for girl power.
I draw the best I can,
For I like myself for whomever I am.
I doodle anime-esque eyes
For it is the doors to the soul stylized.

Add S'Il Vous Plait

We lucky people with ADD, 
Sometimes seeming not-all-there, mais oui,
At catastrophe, leave folks in awe,
With our Arc-de-Triomphe-esque sangfroid.

Depravity

Pearled Diana, What dost Thou want from me?
A whirl of fresh air descents from your perfect symmetry
Phantomed voices; dance now my mind vocally
Like statue-esque echos from beloved house Báthory.
For is it truly You, who speaks so woefully?
a portrait; the Goddess bathed in sky filled jewelry,
Nymphomaniac, Necrophilic graced by Death supposedly.
"I - the Filth in Her womb blessed with grave poetry."
or is it but me, isolated by Death's ovary.
Mother Moon, for Thou I refuse it to be!
Now I know Lady death clawed me unknowingly...

This pale seductress in black spectres my anxiety.
Depression, Suicide, The Razor's depravity

Slowly

Slowly 

 ever so slowly

 overcome with emotion

building up ever so effortlessly

   inside

passions burning ever so swiftly

reside

deep in my heart

sweet smells of your luscious gateau 

roam free

a slight breeze blows in your hazel hair

enhancing your essence

enticing me

slowly

  ever so slowly

I wrap my arms around your 

aphrodite-esque waist

squeezing ever so slightly

 whispering

"love me"

Poetry Is My Insanity

Poetry is my insanity


Poetry is my insanity, 
sparks collected on flat mirrored walls,
frantic phrases floating
in a spectrum’s pulsating palette, 
picturing Dali-esque icicle melted webs
and chromatic landscapes
blurring in the distance

Dancing to the demented sounds
of brain cells singing, Zappa inspired
A cappella rhythmic compositions,
ringing monotone echoes
in between Jupiter and the ghosts
counting off beat pendulum swings
on fingers and toes

Words with eyes, they see, they stare
they blink, they close,
wandering attic crawl spaces
casting neon shadows,
illuminating ideas
passed on to the next pair
lashing out as another retreats

Pulling on my heart,
squeezing every last thought of love,
oozing in blacklight ink, day-glo sunrises
of roach clip offerings on psychedelic posters,
depicting ceramic moons
fluttering midst crayon heavens
eating stardust candy…

Poetry is my insanity
and it is driving me crazy…
in the best possible way

Emo Portrait:The Boy Who Heard Death

Emo-esque tales of Razors slitting the cord
My spirit is tainted like an Ouija board

Arching Daemons summoned my name,
at the belly of Hell's burning wave.
In tune with the wind's shrieking fame,
The Moon was hung on my dampened grave
as a portrait of pain and despair.
Hand-held by Death's debonair,
A heart once cantered on Biblical lies
Cherubian Daemons that my soul now defies.

"For my song may not be gospel, yet
feared in life and Death.
I am one whom none reject
I'll always be there- Till your final breath."

"Aw, Stop claiming your life is over,
for it has but begun.
Starry nights; a pearly shore to Her
even though the noose is tightly strung..."

Make Love To Me-Slowly

Slowly 

 ever so slowly

 overcome with emotion

building up ever so quickly

   inside

passions burning ever so quickly 

reside

deep in my heart

sweet smells of your luscious gateau 

roam free

a slight breeze blows in your hazel hair

enhancing your essence

enticing me

slowly

  ever so slowly

I wrap my arms around your 

aphrodite-esque waist

squeezing ever so slightly

 whispering

"Make love to me"

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