Submissions by Alastair (Alas...a tear)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I am a cynical Ventriloquist Babbling ridicules On a vendetta To duel with bliss
Clockwork
I don’t know who I will be
By the time they have read my eulogy
“Gee” they’ll say
“I can’t believe he’s gone”
And even after the feelings dawn
There’s not much to do but
Deal and mourn
Save all the grief for the reaper
So you have thoughts left to play in
When perception suffers disintegration
I perceive my feat in concrete
And drown for a better belief
I concede to weave a patchwork persona
Spellbound by radio frequencies
Undying ability to drone their sound out
So badly and so frequently
I contrive...
By the time they have read my eulogy
“Gee” they’ll say
“I can’t believe he’s gone”
And even after the feelings dawn
There’s not much to do but
Deal and mourn
Save all the grief for the reaper
So you have thoughts left to play in
When perception suffers disintegration
I perceive my feat in concrete
And drown for a better belief
I concede to weave a patchwork persona
Spellbound by radio frequencies
Undying ability to drone their sound out
So badly and so frequently
I contrive...
720 reads
4 Comments
Crystal Shards
You have chosen to amuse the concept
[font=Lucida Sans Unicode,Lucida Grande]To repair the cloven fuse
And you have done so to great depths
Maybe I’ll squeeze a couple of lemon drops from your candy stained sweat glands
Milk the supple molten melons of its clotted curds & way from the demented tits of Pan
Crystallize the creamy concoction and apply it to your bones to stop the framework from accumulating rust
Prioritize between steamy doctrines written on clean sheets that quilt the sustainable lust
After all, is love just another wicked vice, a sustainable...
[font=Lucida Sans Unicode,Lucida Grande]To repair the cloven fuse
And you have done so to great depths
Maybe I’ll squeeze a couple of lemon drops from your candy stained sweat glands
Milk the supple molten melons of its clotted curds & way from the demented tits of Pan
Crystallize the creamy concoction and apply it to your bones to stop the framework from accumulating rust
Prioritize between steamy doctrines written on clean sheets that quilt the sustainable lust
After all, is love just another wicked vice, a sustainable...
751 reads
2 Comments
Augment the Audacity
I am a cynical
Ventriloquist
Babbling ridicules
On a vendetta
To duel with bliss
I spin a web of lies
Called mah ghostlike gospel
Then giggle like a gossiper and
Drape my mind in gossamer
Womb open wide
Here he comes, hellspawn
Baptized me as a bacchanal
So I must consume
Coma inducing amounts oh
Alcohol
Carbons to clove then coax
To fill my parched parchment ribcage
And perform folk music
That was punkish and vague
An influx, more than mere indication
Of...
Ventriloquist
Babbling ridicules
On a vendetta
To duel with bliss
I spin a web of lies
Called mah ghostlike gospel
Then giggle like a gossiper and
Drape my mind in gossamer
Womb open wide
Here he comes, hellspawn
Baptized me as a bacchanal
So I must consume
Coma inducing amounts oh
Alcohol
Carbons to clove then coax
To fill my parched parchment ribcage
And perform folk music
That was punkish and vague
An influx, more than mere indication
Of...
612 reads
1 Comment
Fifty Shades of Red - Chapter Three Part I
860 reads
0 Comments
Sexual Sex
1839 reads
3 Comments
The Carnibarn Hanging
font=Courier New][font=Verdana]Ah troughed through the mud out to the old blood red barn
Tah hang mahself an escape the foretold flood of dead yarns
That fickle fing I always did try to abide bah
The scared ink that leaves the sick undermined
Mah faithhood in Jesus ah read in mah bible
Standith this faith all drowned in the tarn
Of mah barn, half jack, half sunk
Dark and black and dank
The splinters melting off
Smelling kinda rank
Mah winter’s almost up
So ah throw the rope up over a rafter
To subside mah own sad laughter
To confide...
Tah hang mahself an escape the foretold flood of dead yarns
That fickle fing I always did try to abide bah
The scared ink that leaves the sick undermined
Mah faithhood in Jesus ah read in mah bible
Standith this faith all drowned in the tarn
Of mah barn, half jack, half sunk
Dark and black and dank
The splinters melting off
Smelling kinda rank
Mah winter’s almost up
So ah throw the rope up over a rafter
To subside mah own sad laughter
To confide...
701 reads
3 Comments
Icky Figures
Corroded blood clots brake upon unexploded bomblets
That lay dormant in rice fields that cover tracks for cocaine deals
When fingers pry they tend to fly
Searing pain to never mend but remain removed
Sticky fingers
As the blood dries and lingers
We were meant to paint the roses red
But we just powdered our noses instead
Now white funeral flower’s ovaries bleed menstrual pollen
So I chisel a stone mural of her seven seas upon the god column
To stain the endless void of speckled crystalline alkaloids
Explain everlasting...
That lay dormant in rice fields that cover tracks for cocaine deals
When fingers pry they tend to fly
Searing pain to never mend but remain removed
Sticky fingers
As the blood dries and lingers
We were meant to paint the roses red
But we just powdered our noses instead
Now white funeral flower’s ovaries bleed menstrual pollen
So I chisel a stone mural of her seven seas upon the god column
To stain the endless void of speckled crystalline alkaloids
Explain everlasting...
817 reads
3 Comments
Fifty Shades of Red - Chapter Two
784 reads
2 Comments
Hobo Jazz
735 reads
2 Comments
Fifty Shades of Red - Chapter One
770 reads
4 Comments
Mankind (The hermaphrodite that is all men and women who f**ks itself)
645 reads
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