Long Pyromaniac Poems

I write about my ex a lot,
we didn't talk much, but our tongues touched,
we used to have sex a lot and 
it was so hot that it set my soul ablaze, 
and no, it wasn't...

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Norwegian bachelor farmer days I never lived

Woebegone and egg foo young on you
meaning me of course
sidestepping a crucial positive
electric kool aid battery acid test
prior to pledging troth,
and tying Gordian knot
to strangulation point,
never fending for myself,
nor...

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Encomium for cumulative collection of trash

The pyromaniac within yours truly
beckons sacrificial ritual
mine burning (man's)
sacred plastic bags
of rubbish (comprised of: hairs combed,
ditto trimmed from dead head,
filthy lucre - ha, phlegm
wrapped in tissue paper,
snips and snails,
and puppy...

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"Black Molasses"



Black Molasses 
holds to ransom 
footprints 
sucked into 
Tropic of Capricorn mud
as bushfires bleed
sugar from cane
like molten glucose 
shot into the veins
of Mother Earth gone all
libertine sour 
like Lemon Grass
crushed and burnt 
acrid smoke...

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Atheistic beneficent credo,
dogmatically evokes fundamental
gnostic humanistic invocations,
joyously kickstarting literary

métier, native oeuvre
pulsating quintessentially,
rudimentary schema
traversing utilitarian vectors,
winsomely xing yore zen.
*     *     *     *  ...

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Soundlessly ricochet to and fro
hither and yon
roundly bobbing within squarely donned
talking heads of psycho killers,
one pyromaniac burning 
down the crowded house
sparking magnificent conflagration
towering inferno emulating

caterwauling, kickstarting, ululating
(think) stray cats on a hot tin roof
nsync with...

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You Are Not Invited

--Latching onto my soul without an invitation--
Elements around my shore expose more than air
--Playing with fire is not a game you will win--

----
Silently she swarms in like a leech, 
Feeding and sucking...

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“The Sacrificial Burn”, a very short story of a pyromaniac, who loved the Light too much. 

A writer’s journey. Perhaps it’s about life. Perhaps it’s about death. Perhaps it’s about the end of the world...

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haint gonna mock ridiculous science 
     asper to be bled
dark practices to leech out mailer daemons, 
     not so laughable nor in cred

double, when oppressed diabolical ...

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14. You live in a laboratory; you can only create what can't survive in this air.

15. If your blood was pixelated and green, you'd probably be dead already.

16. They know you by your talents of...

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Pt 1

Far out, they cried
when I stood on cinders,
feet combusting,
like it was clever;
even though water
sprinkled the joint,
coals sizzled,
flesh melted, spat;
chunks of sinew,
popped like corn.
Timbers smoked,
glowed like hell;
arms blackened, curled
crossed over chests.
I’m burning, I told
the voices,
need...

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My head spins like a dreidel in December.
Searching for God's grace while laying in bed like an open casket.
Waiting for His resurrection like it's Easter Sunday.
At mercy to the Devil's work by Monday.
Looking to the...

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Detested humanity                                 ...

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On a rope woven from ancestral nightmares and the greed of shadow monsters,
I step with bare feet, while my thoughts dance chaotically in a penumbra,
Between dream and reality, between sky and earth, between here and...

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Based on my consulting this year’s almanac    
June 30th being the best possible day for a BBQ out back
I sent out invitations to everyone, I didn’t hold back

There was the lumberjack, the...

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If I was going to design my own society, I would have to take into account
The fact that I have always dreamed of a society that was lycanthropic.
Which means we would be humans by day,...

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What sorcery is afoot in the woods on this October night?
I stir a few embers, and relight myself
The humans asleep or dead, I don’t care which
I am alive, a fire phoenix, replenishing my absoluteness

An owl...

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I know she is there. I want her smell.
I need her rage, I want her to show me her anger.
She stirs me up,  keeps me riled, twist me her way.
Pyromaniac! My daddy said. What...

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Eirene, Greek’s Goddess of Peace, is watching the earth closely.
Twenty-twenty
A year the earth needs more love and unity since 1918.

They are so divided! She tells the other Goddesses. What else can 
I do for them?...

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this buildup of stress
this place of unrest inside
this eagerness to end the 
frustration
this place of darkness residing
within
this hatred of all around
this want to relieve the
sexual craving---
animal
lust
take 
control,
kerosene is so cheap
gasoline smells so 
wonderful,
the match,
the rush
the...

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if you don’t call me when I’m sick, 
Why do i spend my nights 
pretending that you’re holding me and keeping me safe from my own brain?
I don’t do resolutions. 
I burn things in my...

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You were everything for me 
And in our short stop in heaven I found my own light 
Shining brighter 
‘Sensational’ you made me feel
2021
Modern love
But alas-
Restricted;

Restriction, funny thing,
For it is only in the mind.

Overthinking

Overthink

For-see that...

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I heard all the things you five guys can do.
You can turn any gray sky to blue.
Turning back the hands of time is no small chore.
You make the seasons change by waving your hand, and...

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I’m a modern poet.
Pyromaniac.
Psychotic.
And schizophrenic.

Living in emptiness,
I walk in the convolutions of absurdity.
Idiocy spreads over me like the sky.
My poetry storms between cozy shelters and rocky waves,
while the world rushes toward suicide.
Suffocated, I lift my...

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On March fourteenth, the day of pi
I pined to buy an apple pie
A python spied me at the door,
a sharp-eyed pirate on the floor

Oh piebald pipe of piety
Do not aspire to piracy!
A spiny pain will...

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