Short Chloroform Poems
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Joe headed to meet Rose in hurry,
Took chocolate, flowers, rum to the dorm.
Condoms in case he would find glory,
If not chloroform.
Hey we're having a thunderstorm
As usual, our doggie needs chloroform
A real scaredy-cat
A kinda handicap
She's under a chair being quite alarmed
crawling confusions
petrified wood exotic minerals
emotions hide under the bushes
we are in this battlefield of love
bloated faces reeking
injustice spread like chloroform
wrongs about to swallow the rights
love murdered by the street
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Absolute toxin; I placed within you;
Through to the bone; past the sinew;
I could not allow this to continue,
A blessing it is to discontinue,
My scent was laced heavy with chloroform;
Weather the nightmare; weathered the storm;
No longer a questioning burden in any form;
Lost was nothing; not even regret;
All of me; you should just forget
The needle and syringe,
all mankind waits to taste the sweet of ecstasy.
A way out, an open door,
the alchemist sprawls on the dirty floor.
His experiment sponsored by greed incorporated,
just another delusional form of chloroform.
With salty solutions, making him thirstier still,
the alchemist dies on humanities floor,
waiting for love and nothing more.
What kind of man am i
sent my apple crumble back
because it was falling apart
wait that's just the start
the octopus has eight limbs
surely Octobers got the wrong days
Chloroform myself
just to adjust to your ways
Wait for it
Opportunity knocks the door
On the march to certain end
have you got Shaggy's best friend
Or dont you have a Scooby Doo
The answer is the clue
volcano
Huge explosives of nascent hydrogen
twelve hundred square feet explosive house
in companionship of a gentle woman loaded with gelatin
in liquid nitroglycerin's warm touch
sweet mouth of potassium cyanide.
A lively life; Chloroform
covered fragrant heart door.
In the sea of happiness, in the stream of dark red blood
crowded with carbon monoxide and arsenic
Life is such a horrible beautiful volcano.
It came around in time.
Not a pewter dime but your silver chime
delighting the eyes of a sleep-deprived moth,
awakened from nightmares in chloroform froth.
Each muttered lie which lessens the blind,
(that my eyes, yet blinking, chased once behind)
whose stale shriek of shekels tempt tender-throats’ trust
(from far-reaching lecterns of razor-burned dust)
promise false profits, their cheeks full of rue,
bankrupt, unable to quarantine you.
11/30/2017