Funeral Psychological Poems

I wish I were put in a mental hospital.
I wish the doctor would say I need help.
I wish my teacher would tell others I won't...

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The bar door is ajar only fading voices
echo into the void, from nowhere...and afar!

Here n there, trash drifts
ghosts in flickering neon 

Broken floating bloated 
dead...

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Great sorrow felt.
That judgement thou dealt. 
Selfish and blinded.
Unbridled.
Nature divided.
Absolutely required. 
Discarded as folly.
Parried as play.
Honor and pride.
Mother beholden....

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We don't approve, you know. Approve of what?
The folk who go to London, or who don't
The folk who get the flowers out, or not
The folk...

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the sodium arc light hums 
into the frosted night
Bathing all in acidic 
sickly amber that of a toxic wound, 
splashing through the skeletal trees 

the...

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the nights were filled with arguments
new jersey had a new prostitute
spring and true love, drunken moments
soon mutable to the crashing of objects
against the walls, the...

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Let's cast these words at a funeral like shards in clay pots
like hard sounds n bright noise of memories of this lot 

of feelings real...

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And demons scream
Into the crowded sky
Of lands built in absence of mind
Of neon dreams, diners,
Haunted Malls n parking funeral lots
A ghost nation walking the wastes
Of...

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Broken is the mechanical clock 
Broken is the bloody heart 
Broken is the memories of youth 
Broken is the will
Broken as the world turns and...

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The Wardrobe.
shrine of memories,
disguise dressing room...
Guards my life
daily,
festive,
funeral...
Each outfit a character....
A cross-dressing artist,
but never repository
of me... naked... natural!...

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A chrome gun glittering 
in the hot sun raise, rays radiating 
like a heliographic rainbow,
drawn from shimmering halos 
of inferno light, hot.

White smoke from a...

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“and remembering being born would be worse than dying”
in the house of life they failed to disclose
that you would only be partially welcome.
on the day...

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Once jailed and bailed
Virtually mental saw scaled
Angry aggressive and hyper
The crotalinae hypnotic striker
Cold blooded terrestrial Sanseki
Whitish echis carinatus sochureki...
Life is a game with snakes on...

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My head spins as the noise from the crash echoes in my head. I sit up in some kind of terminal with strange trains bound...

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...fiery the angels fell...


A lost train bound for November 
lonesome wail of an engines whistle
Slicing through the night
Souls Destined for the rim of forever 
casting...

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