Long Garrote Poems

PSYCHOTIC JOURNEY
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS


Feeling really beat,  I went to bed early last night
Suddenly awakened feeling something’s not right
There was total darkness, I was not in my room
Lying on a cold flooring, with a feeling...

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Through Their Eyes

The Poetry Murders Part 3 in the series

Murder She Wrote

It was a dark night with a full moon
The alley narrow, my hopes high
My footsteps echoed in the ears of the invisible
I quicken my...

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Fred’s feeding his neighbour’s pet parrot,
He replaced its water with claret,
Poll dropped off her perch
Now Fred’s in the lurch
and claiming it choked on raw carrot

Big trouble is looming for Fred
As Polly is very much dead
The...

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Continued from Part 1

               “Upon your knees in golden naves, while peeking through the slots,
      ...

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Grandma’s brown knuckles crinkled 
As she gently peeled the heirloom 
Potatoes, discarding the brown-
Skinned strips into the garbage
Bin. She was at home here, alive 
And aloud, tastes and scents mingling 

In the air like wispy...

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There is an abysmal void in the hollow of my breast
where once my heart pulsed, now weak and weary.
I cannot quell emotions your death has repressed
since our cord of silken threads has come unraveled.
Malaise in...

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All elements laugh as I cast a moan
While grieving for longings I've never known
The mantle of the earth shrugs at my pride
While isotopes titter, slow death inside
This funeral for my future with you
Reeks with discontent...

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in all human history this is being said now
as the flies gather about my corpse
and its waiting Molotov cocktail booby trap
we all feast upon what we were
with more monotonous regularity
than what we might become
with all...

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This Bard Doth Drink From The Same Well As Thee...

Everybody sharing planet Earth means,
     they moost breathe
     the same befouled air
encircling the webbed material,
   ...

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Once and forever upon infinite times it seemed the
                        maze of shattered...

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Zet-Zime time compressed communication tool:
To: The people of Earth
Date: 2000 -2009
From: The Grand Sovereign of Earth
Date: 2776
Title: Grave worms manifesto
Copy: 11231

No flowers grow in this parcel of time
We have long ago drunk all their waters.
Water...

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Nowadays it’s difficult to live as an uneducated
Un-education is a curse- it’s known to all-wise
Wisdom sometimes unable to show the right path

Path erects many roots where grow puzzling ideals
Ideas of life bring conflicting doctrine in...

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5/23/17


Put you to sleep
And six feet deep
Instead of turning the other cheek

Toss you in a box of pine
Where the light never shines

Meanwhile, close by masses pray at a shrine
Every Sunday at nine
Eating a cracker and...

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Hardly, a Human Being!

Get a hammer and garrote that 
brainchild, 
That demonic smartphone, I propose.
That mutant who seduces you,
With most amorous rings!
Put the sultry siren to rest,
Tune into the real world, as it's
simply the best!

Above all else...

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Gasoline tears

The truck
Plows forward
Into the masses 
Blood and destruction
Morality hijacked by abduction
Evil deeds pervade these cloudy days
Compassion is tossed into the sea in place of the devils seduction
Humanity dances with both tears and foe, the...

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A spider came crawling from my mouth.
Obstructing my thoughts, its view uncouth;
Wet-plaster egg-sacs lined in rows,
Frothy-white gluey strands stand aloft.

A whistling through teeth, acerbic garrote,
Like a ed-up chord, one shrieking note.
With spiked legs, lustrous eyes,...

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Since time out of mind, out of thought,
     a molecule of mankind (like I)
is held hostage by the garrote
     of just being, and wonders why
the universe has...

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He loved to take his ladies to the Point,
a place that only locals knew about.
He hated bars or any kind of joint
where common folks with wagging tongues hung out.

The Point had a view of all...

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What doesn’t kill us  ….   may smother our soul
          while brain and body breath yet, as ever so;
Fragile core pieces may splinter and...

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Bubbling brains
brew remembrance
of witches' world:

Don't speak of it.
Don't talk of wealth or spend your coins.
Don't tell them what you know
   of herbs and salves and healing balms.
Don't offer to soothe, to care,
 ...

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Who knew that I would need
shoestrings to escape rape?
I felt safe on a double date, 
the “safety in numbers” misnomer.

He came on like a ten-armed
octopus with suction cup hands.
The couple in the back seat
were obviously...

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While waiting at the river Styx, in twisted time untaught,
from branches of the gallows tree, in recollections wrought,
your soul, a beggar’s blanket, hangs in crazy quilted knots,
with dangling pearls and diamond studs in dripping crimson...

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