Long Incision Poems

Boob jobs and bomb jobs

Sisters in arms those tits and those weapons of massive 
destruction sex and death go together in dynamics
thermodynamics psychodynamics fused on the playground 
of this life of this poem on which...

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please tell me ...

what happened?
what dire damage have i wrought?
what did i do to ruin it, that friendship, rare?
you once knew me better than most ...

my darkness didn't frighten you, didn't rattle,
you sighted those demons...

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Forged in the pit of despair, the Megacity to dwell.
One Place
to rule them all.
Hell.

Let us come soon to surface in false identity,
Saviours, Creators, with no indemnity.
Pen Pal- Secret Admirers, Watchers watching over-- humanity-like Dire Wolves...

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Art History

I stand erect with outstretched hand Representing liberty, for many, a foreign land My fire dances an incessant jubilant glow
I represent hope for the oppressed to sow

 Pungent salts mixed with glassy sands
 ...

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Night 3
It’s still in my garden.
It’s back with a vengeance.
I can it see it there, lurking:
face black and white, its tail mocking.
Three nights in a row now.
The eyes and the fur and the scraping claws.
I...

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Night 3
It’s still in my garden.
It’s back with a vengeance.
I can it see it there, lurking without pardon,
face black and white; its tail mocking.
Three nights in a row now:
the eyes, the fur, the scraping claws.
I...

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Irritatingly often unnecessarily compliant
to the whims of those about him
endlessly wordlessly wondering
about the many demented subjective qualities
of our ever present mammalian imperative via
a thought balloon filled with candy and bullets
that lingers menacingly overhead
announcing the death...

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~JSLambert does not (currently:) use, or encourage hallucinogenic drug use.

    Telepathic psilocybin prescription erasing elastic depression. Competition 
wanes, just when nocturnal emission drains. Lifted poetic wing clipping. This 
party only makes sense...

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Expressed love on what was paper thin,

Read between the lines and see subliminal messages buried within,

Is it a sin?

To remain unforgiven from actions done upon innocent victims,

Acts of violent rage unleashes the beast from the...

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I said, “Take my hand, girl, let’s go for a ride.
You gotta choose soon, you gotta pick a side.
Pick me, the good, or pick them, the bad."
She said, "Babe, I pick you." That made me...

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Filched Physiognomy – Mine revisited!

Absolute zero escape
velocity guts dance
sing days (contra and square),
cuz metabolic full abundance
abdominal adipose tissue acceptance
not in accordance
with light as a feather

miss lost acquaintance
the boy within forced admittance
as sure man tanks of...

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The doctor left me.
He left the tools on the desk,
right beside my bed.

I'll perform my own
surgery, man. What do you say?
I'll take out my brain!

Rip the IV out,
right out of my dark green veins—
or are...

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It shouted to him from the rooftops and he was prepared to jump

‘Go out with a deafening bang’ for the bell had told crashing demise

Sadness and bitter oblivion pointed the way from screaming nowhere

Yet deadening...

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pioneer esprit de corps front tier brisk.
*     *     *     *     *     *   ...

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My great escape has taken me captive the pleasure is lost replaced with regret
Lately my ego has been over active no small measure since i haven't lost it all yet
The risk is great the reward...

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 Hearts torn & twisted --- All left to rot
The hate swarming & flooding rapes me inside
I wish to wake up in a hospital sometimes on a sexy nurse's cot
Burns & swells with adultery he...

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My sister Annick fixed me, locked me in, with cold, blue eyes as she sat down slowly next to me at the table. “I’m a surgeon,” she said, not quite casually, “a board certified surgeon.”

I...

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The sharp knife of simplicity 
cut a transverse incision through my scalp.
The hands of hope gutted out my psyche,
deconstructed my mind,
and organized it into a coherent tumor
that fills the gap once deep in my brain....

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"everything has beauty, but not everyone sees it." - Confucious
 

all she could see were her scars-
painted perfectly upon her chest like
a reverie flowing to her sadness
 
scars are proof of pain and pain is
proof...

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“Would you like another drink sir?”
“Sir?”
 
Vision blurred vision blurred
Tonight more than my drinks have been stirred
Blurred vision blurred vision
As the bottle empties the poison’s made its incision…
 
 
But awe man it’s not over
Willing...

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Another day we awake, in this desolate world
Years of debris in continuing swirl
In the town where i stay, we have rallied and done
We have underground points, where we frequently run

We always discussed, the times they...

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"Everything has beauty, but not everyone sees it." - Confucious
 

All she could see were her scars. 
Painted perfectly upon her chest like
a river flowing to her sadness.
Scars are proof of pain and pain is
proof of...

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1000 white lines sat,
There on her arms.
She covered them up,
So no one would stare.
 
She wore her long sleeves, 
Everyday of the week.
Hoping no one would notice,
Everyone just thought she was cold.
 
She seemed so...

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Trumps Feeble, Limp, Rox... Zilch State Of Emergency

H.G. Wells..., ah...now there
without dark shadow of a doubt,
in my (myopic brown) eyes,
a prolific writer hooked hood accessorize
the English language, and captivated

populations, sans "The War Of
The Worlds" to...

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He used to stand for peace,
For love, for joy, for happiness. But now…
He sits in silence, blankly staring…
At this emotional mess,
Angrily failing love’s test,
Falling deep into nothingness.
You’re consumed with fear, with despair,
With grief…
You can’t even...

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