Long Putrescent Poems

‘They’ say there is no dress rehearsal in what is called life . . .


Who are they what garments what is heard before and again?

Existence or essence or merely the process of life-long learning?

Does happiness...

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the Medicare, an undeserved fund the patients spend,
which seems extremely excrescent,
must be crushed immediately without any mend. 
No coverage serves them right! Be they gravely ill or convalescent.
In his favor, all the rules the Capitol...

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Are you one who has danced with the Devil by chance or by choice
Are you quick to obey all the orders of each masters voice
Repeating the lives of our fathers while blinded by faith
Expectant of...

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Saša Milivojev

WELTSCHMERZ ("WORLD PAIN") - THE PAIN OF THE WORLD



In this century withal
Rivers of blood still flow
Bombs echo
Children are being killed
Heads are being severed
Millions are starving
Diseases are devouring
And you are singing

The gallows are trembling
In the...

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When we turned eleven
our schooldays turned to memories.
The descent into the clanking dark
commenced as chalk-dust abandoned our nostrils.
Reborn as the men o’ the black seam
when we turned eleven.

I cried myself to sleep at night,
bones stiffened...

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Prostrated to such vastness,
unable to speak
I turned away
leaving fear standing
where I had come,
and the immense river entered
into those boundaries I had raised.

I watched the pale colors
wash away and disappear
as the water moved and swelled
and flooded...

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predicated on verb hose noun sense 
   with brain matter makes me astute
and this union with the trappings 
   of virtual reality tub boot
would be akin to heaven 
  ...

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I feel you like a gaping wound,
A great fetid, gangrenous maw
That will never close.
I feel  you eating me alive, 
Your disease,
Penetrating brain and bone
Psyche and soul.
Leaving me twisted, broken 
Decrepit and defiled. 
Your love...

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Behold! A land writhing in cold 
prophecies untold, uttered by the foolish and the bold.

Where the darkest of clouds swirl and unfold
to reveal a land ripe with a decay uncontrolled.

Forevermore stained in the wet contorted...

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Twenty-Twenty
12-28-2019
Miracle man

As I sit contemplating this years ending
I wonder if it quietly fades as a summer sunset,
or gives way, boisterously, to the New Year.

Will Twenty-Twenty bring more of the same
or will we see meaningful change?

The...

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I don't need mawkish photographs to see
the drowning rowboat tethered to the dock,
a withered seahorse clinging to debris
as umber water seeps through feeble caulk.

The cord grass will have grown up through the planks
to marry splinters...

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Debauched, extortionate and inconstant 
was the knavish and foul mercenary?
The perfidious praetorian reprobate
was a venal unscrupulous slug.
Debased in character and depraved in spirit
this purveyor of evil tended to his wicked ways.
Morally spoiled, he was a...

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