Short Monstrously Poems

Chromium pure
tell me why
we are still
unsure

Polishing new
ivory soft
til it breaks
in two

If it's not real
If no one's to blame
then why does blood
still clog the drain

When machines reveal
the true faces
when the exchange fails
in empty places

We wont deny
how brightly 
how blinding
the ichor shines

We can't deny
how real
how monstrously
we were blind...

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Artists give birth, male of female;
we have this ever-churning womb;
embedded in the restless blood,
a gravid ghost in the gut and groin
that seeks to be born.

It is a pre-life more alive then its parent.
That blind infant pushes through all flesh
it howls, it shoves, it kicks
until something appears in this world
as a tangible child - an appendage,

as one more monstrously revealing angel
of our illegitimate selves....

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O, Basilisk keeping across the unsinkable surface of water,
desperately fleeing the terrible hunger of monstrously ravenous mouths,
supported by ripples of light,
as adrenaline, faith and delight appear to allow the impossible task of traversing the river of night, as the bluegills below the remarkable sight of a lizard escaping a death of forsaken repose effervesce with a watery awe,

is an ingenuous talent as yours unremittingly earned?

Aug 28, '18...

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B. C. A Flame
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All day long, we are under this orb, orangey, pink in hue.
We see it through the ghosts, the essences we once knew.

Helios, on his voyage over this blanket of cremated life, flies.
Unfortunately, only he, not we, doth see beautiful blue skies

while we, under this monstrously heavy blanket of  gray,
have yet been able to view a cloud or a clear blue sky day.

B . J .“ A ” 2
October 5th 2017...

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