Several Short Blackout Poems

A smorgasbord of drugs a
stuffed animal dancing
in feverish commotion
and a hyper middle distance
that begs before force is
imbibed and passed around
again and again
until you call It pleasure.


Flipped,
rampant,
un-encouraged debate
between gravity and
full speed ahead.
Corked, bottled, bound
and ship berthed.
Sit and split the hammer
with your rusty,
rickety, family tree.
Climb until the haunting
speech is your own,
then disown it and own
the other,
less likely pursuit.
Open aisle ways
of apocalypse
the scripts split
between for keeps
and drips which
drop, drops, dropped.

Caught with the
minimum.
Symbolically set alongside
symbol wings.

Crushing into commonness
and holy about it,
perched.

….
Corrupt dancing,
a criminal undertaking,
rocking the centerpiece,
evaporating wine into smile
into shine.

Accomplice and converts,
a jungle-scape of prompts
and communion.

An overtly undeniable working
of a million necessary
gears and levers.

….
Hopefully a futuristic
causative heuristic
can consign this
bottomless chest and
its unknown content
hopefully services can
be convents.
Prayers are a contest,
nobody sincere is
wrapped up in game.
Every old now renewed
room is returned upon
and the holy uncertain curtain
gets cold again.
Nothing remains in
eager wait for hope.

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