Curled as when unborn,
In amnionic ignorance,
Chaos drifts to outer vacuum,
Flown out to nothing lands.
Left in stillness are but blinks,
Flicks of twitches, nightmare flashes;
The molten shadows, upset ink,
Pouring out a realm of lies.
Eloi, Eloi, why do I forsake me?
The mind that playing God,
Pretends to be myself,
Perverse passions, dreaded fears,
Thrown at me as real.
I know not when the conjurations,
Are born but all internally,
Only then in hindsight seen,
I lived in pure deception.
There dwell I in mind’s invention,
Years that last but days,
And hours but mere moments.
Worlds that all a blur,
Conceal the coffin’s nail,
Purgerer’s conviction—
Of rat king imitation: serpent knots;
Thus seen—
Squeeze the throat — make glottal stop,
Force out the lizard head,
Still breathing—
Half digested, hydrochloric mess,
Alive on technicality,
Headless reptile forced,
Back out where it was consumed.
Categories:
hydrochloric, confusion, dream, fear,
Form: Free verse
Hydrochloric acid fell on my hands and my eye
The sharp moon and the terror of the dim sky
It cuts me off with a spun of petals and a sigh
The ink of the pen on my cheeks, then my paper
Then words I didn't smoke in my bathroom sink
A mosaic with feces and the atoms of the universe
Turn your head to the left, then up, then right, are they right?
Individuals lost in time then harden marrow
The sunny hill caresses my ears with headless wings fly
We already feel the difficulty of breathing, where is the co2
The mustard seeds in the fern gardens have crystallized
I'm there for me and then here for you until you burn my skin
It was inflamed under the collar and presented an ugly sight
I am for you until I am as fine dust as pure snowflake
Categories:
hydrochloric, addiction, africa, age, allah,
Form: I do not know?
I was an artistic genius, don't you see?
I created a brilliant recipe.
I will be remembered beyond death,
for inventing Kidster meth.
I throw in lye and kerosene,
and some pseudoephedrine,
and to make you feel more euphoric,
I mix in some acid, hydrochloric.
It may be toxic and corrosive,
and potentially explosive,
but Kidster meth was the best meth in town,
until the DEA shut me down.
I wouldn't call it a transgression,
Kidster meth would clear up all depression.
Do a lot of it and you would never doze off,
but you would most likely chew some of your toes off,
Yes, Kidster meth was the best meth in town.
Actually, I've never done meth, I'm just Kidding around.
Categories:
hydrochloric, drug,
Form: Rhyme
"Let me draw your bath, dear Grace!"
(the space heater's perched upon the rim,
and there's hydrochloric acid, just in case!)
My .45 revolver, my machete from Trelew
will come in very handy
if the other two exigencies fall through!
I think I've thought of everything
except to kill that creep you slept with,
may he rot in Hades, damn his eyes!
Now the the only thing remaining,
harlot, bane of my existence,
is my holler of delight at your demise!
Categories:
hydrochloric, betrayal, obituary,
Form: Verse
"Let me draw your bath, Sweet Face!"
(the space heater's perched upon the rim,
with some hydrochloric acid, just in case.)
My .45 revolver, my machete from Trelew
will come in very handy, lest
the other two exigencies fall through.
I think I've thought of everything
except that creep you slept with,
I'll sneak up, and take him by surprise!
Now the the only thing remaining,
harlot, bane of my existence,
is my holler of delight at your demise!
Categories:
hydrochloric, murder,
Form: Verse
"Let me draw your bath, dear Grace!"
(the space heater's perched upon the rim,
and there's hydrochloric acid, just in case!)
My .45 revolver, my machete from Trelew
will come in very handy
if the other two exigencies fall through!
I think I've thought of everything
except to kill that creep you slept with,
may he rot in Hades, damn his eyes!
Now the the only thing remaining,
harlot, bane of my existence,
is my holler of delight at your demise!
Categories:
hydrochloric, fantasy,
Form: Verse
Chemical Fire
Burn baby and give me some sulphuric hydrochloric acid smoke,
your fire gives me toasted tiktox and crisps me up nicely.
Boom goes the roof when 55 gallon drums go flying and it’s all ballistic.
The money shot is when the boss’s office goes up like a frigging rocket.
He was sat at his desk and went to the moon.
Chemical Ali won’t be coming back anytime soon.
Question is where is his ten million dollar profit?
Was it hidden in an empty oil drum on a pallet of dangerous chemicals?
All the factory is ablaze, three workers died and two were injured.
They should have got blood money for working there,
no risk to life was greater and no boss more meaner.
As flames reach a hundred feet and smoke a mile in the sky,
hindsight is way too late.
Categories:
hydrochloric, crazy, death, evil, fantasy,
Form: Free verse
TOTALLY tongue-in-cheek! Inspired by a character in Dylan Thomas' "Under Milk Wood" who plotted to poison his wife. It was all in his mind, as is the case with my character here.
"Let me draw your bath, dear Grace!"
(the space heater's perched upon the rim,
and there's hydrochloric acid, just in case!)
My .45 revolver, my machete from Trelew
will come in very handy
should the other two exigencies fall through!
I think I've thought of everything
except that creep you slept with,
he will rot in Hades, damn his eyes!
Now the the only thing remaining,
harlot, bane of my existence,
is my holler of delight at your demise!
Categories:
hydrochloric, humorous, character,
Form: Verse
"Let me draw your bath, Sweet Face!"
(the space heater's perched upon the rim,
with some hydrochloric acid, just in case.)
My .45 revolver, my machete from Trelew
will come in very handy, lest
the other two exigencies fall through.
I think I've thought of everything
except that creep you slept with,
I'll sneak up, and take him by surprise!
Now the the only thing remaining,
harlot, bane of my existence,
is my holler of delight at your demise!
Categories:
hydrochloric, funny,
Form: Verse
Unrelenting
Unrepenting
Disingenuous incensing
Broken promise
Faulty premise
Drunk with grandiose suggesting
All chaotic
Schizophrenic
Catatonic
Photogenic
Served with Pennyroyal tea
Pinched with acid hydrochloric
I'm the grain of salt that's taken
as my core is always shaken
I refuse to see I'm free
when my gifts return forsaken
Categories:
hydrochloric, fantasy
Form: Rhyme