Parasites Poems

exorcism of parasites

sitting in a river of ghosts
watching regrets flow
through the red evening sky
in smoke scented clouds.
the warmth of the air
eclipses the coldness of memories shivering 
in the viscosity of the conscious mind.
tidal waves of created illusions
shattered by the power of being;
the dark of the light
lifted by dragonfly wings.

Parasites

Parasites

there is a tiny mite
that lives on our face
but does not bite
it is a species of arachnid
that’s so small it’s outta’ sight
it bores in to our pores
and only comes out at night
it dines on our sebaceous oil and ear wax
and on dead skin, for dessert, it does delight
they are with us from birth to death
so,

Brood Parasites

A lesbian with a twisted plan
The deadliest of all scams
Working out a way to reproduce and spry
She donated eggs like the cuckoldry
Later gathering info on unexpected couples
And monitor the progress of her post natals
Until the time finally comes
For her to gather her young
With the unexpected couples slaughter
She ran away with her three daughters
Different city
Different identity
The

Thanksgiving Prayer of the Parasites

FROM THE ur POEMS

thanksgiving prayer of the parasites
by Michael R. Burch 
 
GODD is great;
GODD is good;
let us thank HIM
for our food.
by HIS hand
we all are fed;
give us now
our daily dead:
 
ah-men!
 
(p.s.,
most gracious
& salacious
HEAVENLY LORD,
we thank YOU in advance for
meals galore
of loverly gore:
of precious
delicious
sumptuous
scrumptious
human flesh!)
 
Originally published by Setu



no foothold
by michael r. burch

there is

Communion Parasites

I worry about being unfair to other benign parasites
in my feeding-frenzy faith community,
and to myself,
because I need
and/or want
a residential
intentionally cooperative
resiliently win/win consensus 
co-investing
co-managing
eco-responsible and responsive
health-wealth community.

This feels rather much to ask
of someone already satisfied with a weekly sanctuary bath,
washing off some of the weekday BusinessAsUsual compost,
looking for ever renewing possibilities for repurposing trash
into refueling treasure.

I

Parasites Are We

Parasites are they
Alive only by the skin of someone's magic
A weird trick that keeps their memories 
Solidly out of comfortable reach
Forcing them to keep their counsel
As one when we they listen to each other
Which is not often


Ice King and Marceline
Barely hanging on, surviving only because 
Of their determination to feel themselves again.

United in their despondency
Losing

Parasites, These

Parasites, these
unremembered memories
unbidden guests
made themselves at home
within my breast

And suckled in silence
‘til lifeblood waned
vitality drained
only traces remain
of who I was

Now I have become
an ungracious host
shadowy ghost
in a hollow shell
with nothing to feed
these guests’ great need

Odd sensation of wriggling
I feel them digging
their way out of my skin
as alarmed I view
their fight for survival
breaking through

Parasites, these
obtrusive memories
no

Parasites

I'm tired of them
always feeding on me
Parasites they be ... sucking the life out of me, slowly
How did they worm their way into my life,
attaching themselves this close to my heart
This symbiotic relationship must end,
have to cast off these leech friends
I'm the blood host
of this carnivorous crew
They be living off of my body of work

Parasites

Bugger off Shingles!
Go away fleas! I don't need
Itchy skin disease!

Feeding the Parasites

I wept, my insides swelling
Despising every fiber of my body…
I focused on the glassed scenery before me
Longing to be a bird…so I might fly so far away….
From the searing pains of my present
The end to all of my hopeful dreams and fantasies

I knew in my heart…I must return
Back into the presence where these tears began
I

Parasites Paupers and Presidents

Oh God what is wrong with your people
Can you feel it, the pain and the loss
Are we each to be martyred and broken
Our sentence to end on the cross

The world cries in vain, for a leader
You killer, you pervert, you *****
As each tears the other, to pieces
Still they clamber to sit on that chair

There are

Shameful Parasites On the Public

Shameful Parasites On the Public

By Elton Camp

Here is what this write is intended to do
It’s an indictment, not of most, but of few

Law enforcement has people of integrity
Who protectors of the public try to be

Most every community will have some
Who are ignorant, rude and greedy scum

Police work is a last-resort job they take
To give them

Parasites To Be Buried

Mosey along, the martyr strode
Mishmashed mouthpiece-
An emblem crusted implode
What struck him dusty-
A fanciful future
Rhymed in dust heaps

Communal swelling
The measure is conspicuous 
We've been trained
To magnify the magician's farm
Glowing on the backs
Of extracted wealth
Misery soon follow

The amped up road rage
Within a city's targeted swallow
Makes motion corrosive
And divine beings, we ransack
For gas guzzling chase
All tongue-in-pie spasms
When magnetic

The Hurts of the Parasites

Eating me from inside
All these feeling like little tiny parasites
Feeding on the host
Making you weaker
Little by little
Those parasites slowly eating away at your body
Nothing to make them stop
They are ruthless

And you don’t know it but they are slowly killing you from the inside out
Now you feel the pain
The feeling the little parasites
Eating you away
It hurts

Now

Of Poets, Parasites and You

I am the word that grasps your soul and twists
An iota of sorrow or joy into your subconscious 
I speak truth and you interpret, absorb or reject
Your silver clad universe is not my cloud filled sky
Your autumn soft earth is not the path that I tread
But your suffering is the pain that aches my heart

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