Twitching Poems - Poems about Twitching

... Gunner What has woken you, Gunner? What is it you hear? Can you sense the beat of heavy engines drawing near? There’s been no alert, Gunner, the lads are all at ease. ......

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...It started soft and slowly With only shallow things An itch or twitch or swallow But kindly not from me The walls would twist and turn at night And I’d be seeing things A pillow to hold a cho......

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...Lately my mantenna are twitching more than usual folks the prophecies are surely uncloaking time to batten down the hatches the second flood is lapping on the doorstep clutch your loved ones to y......

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...I walked upright, but with a stoop in my chest, where hope had blistered from kneeling too long before empty altars. If you were made first, then I was a second draft in blood and rot, the ......

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...We laid our breath in the cold dish of morning not to warm it, but to watch it vanish. The way ghosts do. You struck the match inside me with a tremor, like forgiveness forgot to be kind. ......

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...If I ever find my mind in a sermon from heaven Or ever blind as a frog in a broken earthen oven I’d hop my hump back down to earth And yawp my stump for a crown of worth Real heaven can exis......

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...Sun burns Skin turns Red raw And sore Next curse Much worse Shaking Sweating Twitching Itching Scratching Whinging Dying Crying Peeling Spreading Heat stroke No joke......

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...When I was 16 my face suddenly froze, As I passed out in my friend's arms, I was laying there, face turned rose. I awakened, memoryless, then recall harms. When I was 23 I was very far, But I ......

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...They called it a seat, but it was a cradle of fire— metal-wrapped, bolted shut, no window, just the hum of wires and the memory of old Moscow snow still clinging to your pads. They fed you w......

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... It’s hard to tell if they’re playing tag, or thrusting nectar-drunk love at each other— mid-June attempts at getting it. Maybe they’re fighting over first flowers— legs twitching in hypoglyce......

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...There once was a sandwich, quite absurd, who dreamed of speaking every word. One morning crisp, it woke and cried, “Oi! Who nicked my clock?” it sighed. The chef just blinked, his whiskers twit......

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...I dreamed I was inside a bulb— a cathedral of filament and glass— not dead not born….. but shumming**. Glass walls curved like time sealed but translucent my fingers curled around ......

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...mother, I’ve been twitching in your sky with chains masturbating to a blood shot stain you crawl like I want to melt to bone and blue you float like angels do when I touch for ecstasy and blee......

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...Running down Chicago Ave barefoot brain buzzing hymns and static, neon crucifix blinking above a bodega, the gospel of smoke and piss, all-night diner flickering with ghosts of jukeboxes past—she lau......

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...Pounding at the resonant head of my chest—he of hunger latches his fangs just beneath my jaw— not to sever silence, but to pummel poison. Tissue parts with wet reluctance, he with need more th......

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