{Halloween the norm?)
(Warning! -- not suitable for children
to read nor for folks presently having
mental issues. This short work is very
graphic and emotionally disturbing)
Sanity Loosely Defined
Is that a pimple to be punctured
or a sacred breast?
could they be real severed little-boy
testicles, fresh and raw, entree
for modern day
medical cannibals?~
arranged appealingly on
a ritual Progressive Plate
baked in dried flesh flour
for once human turned demon
to revoltingly devour?!
Sacrilegious Alternative Venue,
Culinary Institute of the New World Order
all inclusive Satanic Menu --
holding back
showing restraint
juggling calculated risks
his every pause
more revealing than
discourse or soliloquy
his every whisper
from depths within
divulging wrinkled corners
every show don’t tell
more touching than the last
suggestive and persuasive
every ounce measured
delicate in formula
where precision is an art
every half truth
a confession between the lines
unhinged by eloquence
every goodbye
harder than the last
in salacious undertones
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology book ~CITYLIGHTS~ 2021
AP: 3rd place 2022, Honorable Mention 2022
Submitted on January 25, 2022 for contest A STRAND (1059) sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 1ST
i magination loosely knot ted
a decending
brilliant thinking thought
-thing into a sitting lotus
lip /\_mOUNT_/\ains of freshly
brewed beans of fearing sweat!
we poets love each other very
dearly and TEN derly cry when the next one dies
as fear is kin to praise within impossible mayflowers:
and three cheers for brevity
in a mindLocked world of mindless
activity!
:: 09-08-2017 ::
when certain voices speak
something inside me pricks up unseen ears
inviting the best of schizophrenia: mind, ego, body, the Deep
we are a lot of trouble - our degrees, you, and me
and the scientific way with the unknowable
knowing nothing of that which dwells within WE
yet when powerful suns glow and speak
the uneducated part of me listens like a child again
to voices back from India, familiarly sweet
lulling this plastic shell with data and pixel to sleep
so my own light - Deep, Deepak - is like Father Fire again
while through windows stained, sons peek
LISTEN! Listen intently ... imperceptibly gentle voices
Singing of a once glorious Ganges, mighty Mississippi, magnificent Missouri
How to sing when overcome by men and women's vices
when Grandfather Spirit is hung from a totem pole for psuedo-science
but the Data was always here, is here, will always be
light and sound allow my atom to cross the silence
(c)Deo, published and recyled since 2005.
Lips locked loosely
Tell me that I can open them
The door is only stuck
Not dead bolted with strength
And pursing my own mouth
The hinges are undone
While the wind of my breath
Opens your orifice
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