Mowing the lawn now
Childhood feels and smells of home
Corpses stay buried
Be careful to not cut the lawn too short
Tag: poem
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feast that is poetry, feed me in mouthfuls of truth, bleed into my very self
this whirling feast sustains me like no other
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the lion’s den beckons
i pull my hair in great fear
i will eat them all
faith in myself, my abilities and my past successes sustains me – i am #unstoppable
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Fingers slip on ceramic keys
Typing yr confession note
So the Press can easily quote
In dedicated ghoulish ease
‘I have stolen a pistol to kill my beloved
And then turn it upon myself’
You may place me on the shelf
Of known killers, cursed & kindred
Whispering that you loved her
Shooting first the love and then yrself
Murderous, hateful longspur
Blinding last yrself
You will spend a wasted life in stir
Monster, madman, damn thyself
a little archaic and old-fashioned but a new way into writing a true- crime sonnet. ABBA X 2, CD X 3.
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insufferable
you bog blast
me with yr
lies
i burn yr house
down
i despise liars and lazy people who do nothing but blame
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1st against the wall
When the revolution comes
R Politicians
In the USA, we have Republicans and Democrats.
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finger like
a gun
is the way
we say
HELLO
i got shot
sunday
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meat socks are dying
waving their freedom flag high
no fucking wind left
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incel attacks spa
minor facing murder rap
hate is a man child
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above
your worst fence
faces us
in judgement
looming over,
choking love
with hate
Outlaw Poetry 