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When is a dream not reality?

A setted carving, 
   Written by privation 
      Words that leak through unfilled ink 
         Gawping empty between ridges. 
            Then those canyon cliffs retreat again 
               Back down to their weary plains
            Brothers undo brothers, as
         All plains worn away. 
      And those letters of privation 
   Are gone, as empty were their valley hollows 
Their hollow fame ungained. 

         Vectors collide head into head, their 
      Perpendicular paths to ruin 
   Skidding, crashing, melting, bubbling, 
Paths fuse and fissure, which spitter into nothing. 

In death’s head shell, a poltergeist cackle
   A ghoul of concave echo walls
      It throws flaming cocktails to profuse undo 
         And set alight the beams of memory.

            And knowledge stolid, solid meals, 
         Waste to famine, thoughts
      To hollow dreams, not recollections, 
   What deceit 
Are believed imaginations. 

Set alight those beams 
   And worn down hollows of privation 
      I am left with hollow dreams, 
   Not recollections. What deceit
Are believed imaginations.

Put Out

Is Putin going Kaput
He has morbid losers look
Some Russian soldiers have had enough,
Of this slaughter and murder stuff
Whatever they were fighting for
They are weary, sick of war
They can no longer understand
Why they are fighting for a piece of land
A land where fellow Russian dwell
Putin has made a living hell
Putting his comrades at risk
Naughty Putin Tsk, Tsk, Tsk.
You deserve that worried frown,
You have let your country down
I don't think you will have a friend
When you meet your tragic end.
One thing that is becoming clear
There will be no winners here,
Win or lose: It was all for nil
I pray it's you who swallow the pill
The pill that tastes very bitter
And it makes you a dummy spitter!

Spitters Are Quitters

Always salty and usually bitter
help encourage the spitter —
still better than the wonts
and those dreaded donts —
saved by the tolerable quitter.

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Written: 05.08.21
Contest: Quitters Never Win
Sponsor: Margarita Lillico

Dabbled Duo

dabbled duo —
tan toes spitter spatter sand...
        Pollock’s mermaid splash...
   impressionist spitfire dart
procreates in windward minds...

12/23/2020

Mink Voltage

The people’s choice
ain’t always the right footstool fit
Crown a throne sitter
with electric glam fanfare
Light the bright Roman candles
for a cancer stick spitter ...
See the fireworks in the air:

Inter
Continental 
Ballistic
Missives

got voter arm drone sent
Cheek chicanery 
is puffing pride  hellbent

The home plate people say,
they know how to get around third base
The silent majority 
whistle kicked a ballot bray:
Said they know how to rule and regulate

Mute mules got a gut promise packet
burst in their purse belly
White powder vows telly 
is a politrician mix:  Rublecon racket

Dressed to deceive,
they wear the gorgeous mink sable
Eyes often believe
spit paid broadcast signal on cable

Raw mink voltage
is copper wire insular selectable
Red carpet dotage
give Venus fly idol cries
to the froggy princes they chose

If the cold iron velvet glove
fits tight rightly on the bow hand
Send the poison arrow love
into bent hearts prone to knelling

Grey

grey clouds
spitter spatter on
a wedding shower




Submitted on March 12, 2021 for contest ALL YOURS (MAR 14) sponsored by BRIAN STRAND

Originally posted on May 27, 2018

American Lust

American Lust
Rosewood
Black Hills
Wounded Knee
Chinese Massacre of 1871
Bloody Monday
The last black man shot
The first cop acquitted 
The Chicago kid
that said "I'm wit' it"
The burnt flag
The spitter, the pisser, 
the two that stood with
fist raised,
The ripper and Susan B. Anthonys
with needle and thread.
The soldier,  the victim,
for those who cannot stand,
for bottled up passions that
often erupt into these
American Horror stories
always forgotten 
For the guy with hands 
raised and still blown away
Millionaires and billionaires;
for those without a nickel 
to their name.
It isn't disrespect until it happens to you.
America the free,  even
After all this time,
We still bleed
as if the Cavalry was 
hootin and hollerin &
horses' hooves 
a poundin'
pistols drawn
& women and children dyin'
Sit if you must
I ain't mad at you.
We all die
 under
"In God we Trust"

Sun

Smoking spitter,
Hell is where is holiday,
We watch you stare us down,
Falling, but held in heaven's black old town,

Son of no father,
Father of everyone,

Is your kind of fire in my kind of heart?,
We are all born blind,
So do we all shine from the start?,

Sitting between the shine and shade,
Am I the "We" that you forbade?,
Watching you stare down,
Falling...
Still in heaven's black old town,
We just wait... for heaven's sundown,
We, as babies on the ground

False Friends of a Boy Named Souix

While going to see a man about a horse                                                                        Oh Susanna's don't tread on me but of course                                                                 Little snake by any other name would be just as bitter                                                  piss and vinegar with forked tongue now who is the spitter                                             Fighting without fighting within you named me Sioux                                                        like mustangs running freely they were brought too                                                        The deer the buffalo ran free they will again                                                              some allies some enemy but true is we are all kin                                                         The hearth of the matter to divide the seven stones                                                   conquering a fire of a people while scattering their bones

Who Am I

I am not a poet
I am the truth spitter
Don’t call me Christian
Call me disciple of my own religion
I am not a prophet of words
I am the prophecy
I am the words
I am the future
Plant a seed in me
And look at how it grows
Love and pain do go together
Love, however, I am not
I am pain
I’m the sorrow of tomorrow
I’ll corrupt your good morals
Your sacred feelings I will borrow
Step on them and burn them
And then I will return them
I will make you black inside
Smoke and fire go together
Smoke, however I am not
I AM FIRE
I will turn to dust everything you got
I’m the sorrow of tomorrow
And I am coming for you soon

Tranquility -Part 2-

Pour fourth your tranquility 
Show us Your endless glee 
You're just like a key...
Unlocking me free
From captivity...closing in on me

Shred me like paper... my emotions rip me apart...
As...if...
I had no point of existing... 
I'd love to socialize here...
But I feel so tarnished 
Tattered deep inside
My emotions 
Swallow me alive 
Like a dark, mystical tide
Pour me into His delightful cup,
Oh GOD! Give me
The strength to lift up my fist 
Shred me like paper... my life doesn't matter
You make me cry tears of remorse...
Hear it spitter-spatter 
Upon your rooftops...I wish I could mend your sores
The emotions cling on to me...
Always by my side
I wish it would...just...
Subside. . . 
For they always beg for me 
To go on a bumpy ride...

Sorry...I'd rather hide
And seek God's tranquility... 
I'll remain by His side
Hopefully...I'm not denied

My future ride
Has arrived

Better

Bitter black coffee and piping hot tea
Sit a-steaming and a-boiling just for me.
The java spits and sputters, and mutters in its wrath;
The yellow shrieks and bellows out of its kettle's mouth.
Spitter sputter, sput spit, whoo whoo whee!
Better bitter black coffee and piping hot tea
When the winter nights are raving
And the snowflakes are a-sailing,
Than ice-cream and candybars
Under a summer night's bright stars.

Jurrassic Park Is Frightning. In the Dark.

Dinosaurs have always been cool.
They crawled, snarled and baited
and raped, and stole and the others.

We'll never know what they are
but Jurrassic Park was close.
remember the snarled acid spitter?
It hocked in Newman's face.

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