Short Immolated Poems

Oh! vagrant life, your motive unknown,
for what do you acknowledge me? 
and why am i a pawn?
why fix un-broken entity's?
why lead to deep desire?
and overpowering uncertainty
through all vanity,  yet to be..' 
immolated in eternity's fire.."...

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When you wish upon a star,
you’ve immolated, chances are.
Better wish upon the moon;
at least they’ll find your body soon.
But if you wish on Terry’s loo,
then all your dreams may turn to poo.


H/T to Terry Flood's Mission Impassible...

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I cringe when the smoke comes
Of the crippled boy leaning on the ground
Creeping toward the sounds
Of the birds of love, celebrating
A cremation party with bounce.


I cringe when the smoke comes
 To the hardy knight’s pout
Under the hyena’s slurping sounds,
To the immolated pigeon on the ground.

I cringe when the smoke comes
When a holy page burns
Bunches of lilacs and roses.

And I cringe and cringe
Whenever the smoke comes!...

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