Concrete Reasonings
They concrete reasonings too small to count
In lieu there be fanciful swearing to boot,
Calling through effort a residual type,
Bloating through stationary glances in water.
Proffered in mute, spelling out the criminal,
Comforting through speed laconic though there it is,
Cutting the cost of garnished bread,
Collective fattening at no extra cost,
Dangling like fire at a whistle’s notice,
Watching old promise, on dint of rehearsing again,
This catatonic beauty watches for spite
Bloodied closure the only way to suffice,
Sneaking on corners a seizure worth remembering.
Remembering a place, in the rank dark water
Compensating for a time mercilessly spent,
A burdensome kiss ignites a hard border
Caught between stools and a firewalls glance,
Channeling the sludge away from notice.
Needing an open window, breathing in the cold
Mere tabling goes through its comforts
Dissimilar costume levelling the difference
Outstanding the meat puppet at every last turn.
This gem of perfection, outsourced like that,
Remembering where we are is param ount,
Checking spellings lord over this decision
Dear inspiration follows Monday at a glance
Humbly talking about this latest fame.
Loving where misdirected, the gratuitous effort done,
Burning in all caps a nominative gaze,
Slipping into a persuasion, a concrete size
Cut across traits to render at this fault.
Journey of Fire
Fearing meat with blood still intact
Washed profusely in time to proffer others,
Jealousy dingling out another for censure,
The slammed door recanting at another light.
Spoken through literature a common slight
Intermediate phases clang the unnecessary
Leaving out of turn, watched through derision
Cheerfully working through these paper darts.
Feminist recollections, outspoken from type
The jagged skyline caught still on preparation
For a song’s eye, leering on the job
Catatonic friendship going through perdition.
Life can only hold so much, blowing apart the
Holding by the wall, an entitled scare,
Grappling with prayers on death, a social time
Proffering alcohol into seclusion, a hardy soul.
Knowing when to keep quiet, gone incognito
Watching fun from the outside, stock of sense,
Entertainment calls over catatonic readings,
Pretending these friends can coldly follow.
These rotten speakings gone into a gun-toting expression
Just saying placards hoping against hope
Glass cutting glass, no evidence of a diamond
The online heartbeat gone in a second.
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No Creatures Allowed
Swallow the pill, take the bait, garnered to satisfaction,
This barricade converses with the time that’s set,
The imitation of Christ realistic to a fault
Standing alone, the quality never fails to renege
Loved beyond measure a pitfall deciding
The brunette ambition cascades all gone before
Sinking your poison rots your noble stance
The white chain of progress cascading on a bitter pill
Fingering the dustbin of related sin,
The bearded invitation costing much to consider.
Doing something about hardcore, stay where you are,
Cracking the hurt code through common decency
Appropriating inspiration furthered before time
Changing weather an excuse to depart
Common sense guilt feeling its own way home.
Appropriating a home life an occupation unscathed
Standing apart for protection, unnerved
Chanting psychosis like today never existed
Holding nefarious hands like another joke
Knowing more than let on, a check on sobriety.
Saying nothing till the tide abates, gone cold
Kissing an oblivious gesture lost on some,
Burning discrimination on likewise traits
Discounted affairs thundered like damnation
Meaner feats calculated, the consummate con job.
The Undescended
Caught before time, trying to escape
The dirty manicure slipped on another realm,
Crying for her puppies, just being washed,
The creased runners walking in stringent time.
The parallel lighting chimes the nutritious glory,
The saints knowing where to get off, have fun
Grappling with tight change, excellent security
Parachuted into a perfect din, over our heads.
The paper football hides it’s time, dyed black
Returning to its shelf the whimpered farce,
Interrupted by beauty in an alchemist’s glare
Graphing thoroughfares, roads never taken.
Chomping through runcible flowers, overbearing,
Finally good at school, criminal pitfallings
Knocked through shape, own good presiding
Insurrecting obvious faults, tightened screw.
Complexity a virtue, more excuse for the prize,
Shooting the godlike in a tumultuous gaze,
Plotting weekends, no experience required
Angry escapes never return from this.
Serial paintings needing the stiffened drink,
Protection from this existence, blowing hard
The unnecessary volunteer rides away
Not an imported label to carry out besides.
Sweet Dogs
Getting zero in the most minor of tests
Signposted latest sayings call for perfection
Rhyming and stealing, sudden vacancy
Perfection of form, an intelligent comeback
Slipping disks a practice not gone before.
Rewarded through stasis, a coldened coffee,
Ploughing through time a burdened slight,
Overpriced announcements stuck on mute
This fashionable skin outshines the performative.
Turgid repetition, bracing for the impossible
Going through the immobile into another void,
Cursed into a sleeping bundle, escaping the streets
Suggested into further credit, practiced sweetly
Knowing something is wrong a generous aside.
Death through another loan, excellent reprise,
Caught unto death in the children’s hour,
Liking what’s on offer, the uncanny switch
Begging for preferment, travelling with a heart.
Waiting for payment, the intransigent model,
Raw genius gone uphill, inspired by demons
Hard practice through sorrowed mistakes
The weeping wound landscaped into a close,
Visiting out of turn, returning to a Godhead.