Short Sulfuric Poems
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50N sulfuric acid
If sprayed on any fabric
Instantly turns it to rags
Just like some absences
Which sweep as a storm
N'tatter our souls
Bruise our hearts
Up to
shreds.
In chambers lodged
stretch thy hands
...oh sorcerer
wide spread with staff
and golden garments.
Speak thy vowels...
sulfuric spells
in broken language
high-pitched
as thunder.
Silent in corners shadowed
behind thee...rests
initiates
vulnerable in view of
gymnastic magic!
Johnny Sumler
Magic Words
Rapturistic and apocalyptic
Slowly, rhythmically I cried
The end of the world was here
I couldn't breathe, I tried
I knew you wouldn't come
I doubted you
Like sulfuric air, it choked me
There was nothing I could do
Pleaded, screamed, begged
Clawed at my heart for an escape
Aching and tormented
Is there recovery after rape?
I must give you a very stern warning:
Don’t ever call me at three o’clock in the morning.
You certainly have some unencumbered effrontery.
Why at such an inconvenient time do you want to pester me?
Normal people find the time to sleep at that hour.
How would you like to take a sulfuric acid shower?
I know where you live, and I will come over to your house.
An ingrate like you is the personification of a louse.
a feeble attempt at flying a kite,
i do not care i forget my troubles
the world is arsenic
the environment is sulfuric
intentions are mostly criminal
yet and still the wind is right and the kite beautifies the ambiance
the sky itself smiles at the breathtaking vision of grandeur
the embodiment of my body becomes calm and still
all that weighs me down dissolves and the wholeness of me becomes lighter
it is all due to my feeble attempt at flying a kite
House of cards, no agent can sell
Sulfuric regret all I smell
Laid flat with quiet violence
By one soft breath of pure silence
Building it shouldn't be so hard
The joke's on me with no discard
Loyalty my own worst penance
By one soft breath of pure silence
Was told triangles built strong things
But the most coveted are those rings
Stand them back up in defiance
By one soft breath of pure silence
Vows it seems, forgotten notion
My breath not soft, nor pure silence
The brief flash of a girl hiding in a corner
The Execrable slicing sounds
The copper taste of violence
The sulfuric smell of decaying flesh
The feel cool blade resting on the name of my neck
You run through this maze of white walls
You hear his echoing footsteps
You taste your own fear rising up in you
You feel a burning hatred scorching you
You smell his fear-inducing odor
And all I need is that cool hand at the small of my back
To know that that is not reality that is the past