Long Viscously Poems

"Sick Art"



I walk the streets
still and quiet
I do not lie
I do not betray
what the heart belies
pickled kidneys 

I am a ghost
of my former self

ears lent to hear 
the sweet music
of the sounds so fraught
caught up...

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The Painted Smile

The Painted Smile on her face spoke louder than any word could ever be spoken. As she watched the world revolve around her as if she was not even there. Spinning as if...

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In the grand days of old let the truth be told/

Those ships and mate's in plight,

With ancient fool's who had launched in an all night battle !

The one who stayed alone and quiet would lose/

A...

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New leafs when talking leaves

She leaves talking her words are full of razor sharp vitriol
                    ...

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There's an insatiable black horse 
running wild undilutedly 
between the tree's  
running elegantly, softly like a breeze 
he does so with such majestic ease 
oh what a tease 
I do not have his knees...

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the time will arrive when the upcoming

will be on the verge of present to past

my bones may creak under pressure of life

an ageing mind will be under threat of extinction

epitaphs may cast inevitable shadows

a fountain...

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Again, they seem to watch as I walk slowly.
Under the faces of color which adorn lazily,
Talking amongst them in a whisper,
Usually I am calm and pay little or no attention.
My mind is wondering what favor...

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The commonplace
entertains the unspeakable.
Horror yellows in vaults.
It is all recorded, all labeled
all explained or condemned.

We keep the worst atrocities close,
create libraries to warehouse
the obscene and gruesome.
We have photographed
every current ghastly act.

Pundits endlessly debate
the proverbs of...

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