Submissions by Donchonorgo (Louis Lee Warner)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
DRUGS POEM
Published
22nd Mar 2010 00:09am
22nd Mar 2010 00:09am
Meow.
Musty drills that whirl and spin and
Conveyer belts; up and down.
Cogs and parts and little circles
All bound up with meaty myrtle
Burning spot-light, high-rise big
Buy - Display board of:
Little organs, like little patches of
Rust and crud, to cake the course:
Up and down and no remorse,
Prickly uppers, oh so pretty like
Glass cannons, freshly loaded.
Place it to my mouth and oh, fire
Away, let’s hope I make it through
This day.
Up and down and no delay,
Soothing downers, freshly baked
Tasty time-bombs, ticking hunger...
Conveyer belts; up and down.
Cogs and parts and little circles
All bound up with meaty myrtle
Burning spot-light, high-rise big
Buy - Display board of:
Little organs, like little patches of
Rust and crud, to cake the course:
Up and down and no remorse,
Prickly uppers, oh so pretty like
Glass cannons, freshly loaded.
Place it to my mouth and oh, fire
Away, let’s hope I make it through
This day.
Up and down and no delay,
Soothing downers, freshly baked
Tasty time-bombs, ticking hunger...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
14th Mar 2010 2:57pm
14th Mar 2010 2:57pm
Content.
This gentle lapping at my toes
This sullen pup that tickles me
This idleness
This Lucidity
I like it lots, I like it so.
This pretty grey, which seems to leave
This quaint vacation – absent thorns
This anti-septic
This happy mourn,
I like it lots.
The angled faces seem to melt
The harsh caricature – fade away
The happy canvas
The blindness
I like it.
These colouring-pages, now half filled
These broken crayons – broken pills
These factory settings
These programmes
I like.
I like, I like, I like.
This sullen pup that tickles me
This idleness
This Lucidity
I like it lots, I like it so.
This pretty grey, which seems to leave
This quaint vacation – absent thorns
This anti-septic
This happy mourn,
I like it lots.
The angled faces seem to melt
The harsh caricature – fade away
The happy canvas
The blindness
I like it.
These colouring-pages, now half filled
These broken crayons – broken pills
These factory settings
These programmes
I like.
I like, I like, I like.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Mar 2010 5:38pm
5th Mar 2010 5:38pm
Wolves.
We all have fur, no matter how scruffy,
Laced with dandruff, with some powdered
Substance - wash it off with a
Splash of your grin, but age is
Fraying - split ends growing, personality is
Waning, don't be scared : we may be shaved,
But we will always remain as the
Beasts with claws or talons, if you will...
Sharp or blunt, it can still slash a throat or
Gut - and asdidthe waves ofyesteryear
Make Grand Canyons with me, for who are we
Todraw cascades down the rock of your chest
Or the oak of your leg, shall I kiss it better?
Or cry to...
Laced with dandruff, with some powdered
Substance - wash it off with a
Splash of your grin, but age is
Fraying - split ends growing, personality is
Waning, don't be scared : we may be shaved,
But we will always remain as the
Beasts with claws or talons, if you will...
Sharp or blunt, it can still slash a throat or
Gut - and asdidthe waves ofyesteryear
Make Grand Canyons with me, for who are we
Todraw cascades down the rock of your chest
Or the oak of your leg, shall I kiss it better?
Or cry to...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Mar 2010 4:25pm
3rd Mar 2010 4:25pm
Earth.
We live in a matriarchal society,
On top of this blubbering
Snob; Gaia has a coke
Addiction, she is of only
Little substance - only combustion for
Cooking up crystal - £2012
For another hit. Not from a meteor
Comet - Thank God, we broke it, broke
Her - ‘coz she broke us:
Genetics roasting in an open bin-
Waiting to mutate - mature to manure
Poor - little - shabby girl,
Soppy bitch - you’re lacking
Crust, yet there is enough to
Halt your Magma-
Thank God for the
Menstrual Volcanoes - the bloody eruptions that
Turn...
On top of this blubbering
Snob; Gaia has a coke
Addiction, she is of only
Little substance - only combustion for
Cooking up crystal - £2012
For another hit. Not from a meteor
Comet - Thank God, we broke it, broke
Her - ‘coz she broke us:
Genetics roasting in an open bin-
Waiting to mutate - mature to manure
Poor - little - shabby girl,
Soppy bitch - you’re lacking
Crust, yet there is enough to
Halt your Magma-
Thank God for the
Menstrual Volcanoes - the bloody eruptions that
Turn...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
2nd Mar 2010 7:53pm
2nd Mar 2010 7:53pm
Lilium.
You are not chaste, you are not pure,
Your heart is deformed; your head is obscure-
You are not white; you’re sodden with blood,
You poison your roots and garrote your bud.
You’re not from the water; you don’t breathe the air,
You blacken your skin so that nothing is fair,
You are not death, and you are not birth,
You do not linger with worms in the earth,
Your soul, it is stitched to the corners of mine,
Your veins, organs, and tongue do entwine.
You have no wings and you’ve eaten your eyes-
You’ve wrapped us up with serpentine lies.
You’ve...
Your heart is deformed; your head is obscure-
You are not white; you’re sodden with blood,
You poison your roots and garrote your bud.
You’re not from the water; you don’t breathe the air,
You blacken your skin so that nothing is fair,
You are not death, and you are not birth,
You do not linger with worms in the earth,
Your soul, it is stitched to the corners of mine,
Your veins, organs, and tongue do entwine.
You have no wings and you’ve eaten your eyes-
You’ve wrapped us up with serpentine lies.
You’ve...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
28th Feb 2010 9:00pm
28th Feb 2010 9:00pm
Jesus.
Mister Jesus was bold and bright,
He gulped the air through his pleasant mouth
And showed the world his gentle smile
And tender teeth
And empty lungs.
But beneath the flesh – he knew it well
That such a breeze would turn to storm
Malignant spores to be spread by fate
And by choice
And for good.
He had to do it, and make haste
He had to save his mismatched friends
And demolish the labyrinth of their eyes
To clean them,
To warn them.
The holy pills, the blessed spliffs
Bloody wine, he took them to
His writhing...
He gulped the air through his pleasant mouth
And showed the world his gentle smile
And tender teeth
And empty lungs.
But beneath the flesh – he knew it well
That such a breeze would turn to storm
Malignant spores to be spread by fate
And by choice
And for good.
He had to do it, and make haste
He had to save his mismatched friends
And demolish the labyrinth of their eyes
To clean them,
To warn them.
The holy pills, the blessed spliffs
Bloody wine, he took them to
His writhing...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Feb 2010 10:13pm
25th Feb 2010 10:13pm
Experience.
This is delicious, an exquisite wine
Which I can sip
In my privacy, all for me –
I will leave my glossy stain
On the rims of your greenfly bottle.
And you will love it,
You will desire my consumption,
My business.
‘Consumption?’ you cry! Hah-
I am not, anymore:
That extraordinary, that histrionic
That such a dreadful homonym will
Berate my dutifulnausea.
Remember, my sweetie:
I am as
The sun is gluttonous – belching
Infanticide,
And I will dissect my puffy lungs if
Needs be, needs me.
And I will...
Which I can sip
In my privacy, all for me –
I will leave my glossy stain
On the rims of your greenfly bottle.
And you will love it,
You will desire my consumption,
My business.
‘Consumption?’ you cry! Hah-
I am not, anymore:
That extraordinary, that histrionic
That such a dreadful homonym will
Berate my dutifulnausea.
Remember, my sweetie:
I am as
The sun is gluttonous – belching
Infanticide,
And I will dissect my puffy lungs if
Needs be, needs me.
And I will...
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SELF POEM
Published
25th Feb 2010 4:34pm
25th Feb 2010 4:34pm
Innocence.
Bring me a towel - a blanket
Quick! I’m making a mess
I’m drooling - seeping,
The Bloody Sewage from my grimy mouth.
And there’s no bowl to catch - So,
There’s no point in tongue, a
Feast can’t be consummated if
I can’t weld the flesh,
If I can’t maintain waste.
If I can’t retain filth.
My sullied, slutty, redundant
Lips, have travelled the world
Like an Aristocrat, the great,
Grand Tour for a pretty Grand
Whore.
Spine pricks the veins
Underneath my tongue so
I slice the dome of the mouths
I kiss - the...
Quick! I’m making a mess
I’m drooling - seeping,
The Bloody Sewage from my grimy mouth.
And there’s no bowl to catch - So,
There’s no point in tongue, a
Feast can’t be consummated if
I can’t weld the flesh,
If I can’t maintain waste.
If I can’t retain filth.
My sullied, slutty, redundant
Lips, have travelled the world
Like an Aristocrat, the great,
Grand Tour for a pretty Grand
Whore.
Spine pricks the veins
Underneath my tongue so
I slice the dome of the mouths
I kiss - the...
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SELF POEM
Published
23rd Feb 2010 10:56pm
23rd Feb 2010 10:56pm
Help.
This isn't a joke any more.
I'm shaking.
I'm bleeding.
This isn't a poem anymore.
I can't go to the doctors.
I'm too scared.
I'm crying.
Am I dying?
I'm a coward.
I'm shaking.
I'm bleeding.
This isn't a poem anymore.
I can't go to the doctors.
I'm too scared.
I'm crying.
Am I dying?
I'm a coward.
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ANGER POEM
Published
22nd Feb 2010 00:06am
22nd Feb 2010 00:06am
Mask.
There is a gleam,
A halogen blade to dissever the glooms that embargo my organs.
There is a hope,
A harlequin-kiss to cut off the toxic that bleaches their teeth.
There is a light,
An opal masquerade to guard all my shade till the time comes.
There are flowers,
A barrage of scents to stuff in my lungs for great self-keeping.
There is a laugh
Till I drop-fucking-dead / choke on my vomit / have some poetic heart
attack.
There is no way
To butter-up the dark, the nonexistence that stalks ubiquitously - there.
There is no mask
To infuse my...
A halogen blade to dissever the glooms that embargo my organs.
There is a hope,
A harlequin-kiss to cut off the toxic that bleaches their teeth.
There is a light,
An opal masquerade to guard all my shade till the time comes.
There are flowers,
A barrage of scents to stuff in my lungs for great self-keeping.
There is a laugh
Till I drop-fucking-dead / choke on my vomit / have some poetic heart
attack.
There is no way
To butter-up the dark, the nonexistence that stalks ubiquitously - there.
There is no mask
To infuse my...
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SELF POEM
Published
18th Feb 2010 9:19pm
18th Feb 2010 9:19pm
I am not dying.
Obsidian tongue – thin to the tips, curved at the sides like a perverse ship
You were there - present at birth
Sickly shrill and growing in girth
And now you’re committed;
It is my turn to sail-
Again to the ocean lacking avail.
It was like this afore, when I drew on my thumbs
Instead of on strangers, instead of on dangers.
You’re painting my cage with the faeces of slums
Although, you’re invalid if you think I’ll succumb.
I will observe – your big Thetis, pirouetting the sky like an aborted foetus
Never to conceive – a weakened...
You were there - present at birth
Sickly shrill and growing in girth
And now you’re committed;
It is my turn to sail-
Again to the ocean lacking avail.
It was like this afore, when I drew on my thumbs
Instead of on strangers, instead of on dangers.
You’re painting my cage with the faeces of slums
Although, you’re invalid if you think I’ll succumb.
I will observe – your big Thetis, pirouetting the sky like an aborted foetus
Never to conceive – a weakened...
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LOVE POEM
Published
14th Feb 2010 2:51pm
14th Feb 2010 2:51pm
Ode to a brief encounter.
Leitmotif, you have crept in again,
To add your venom to the white disdain.
From the moon, she resides on the left,
Nutrients to add to the lilium bereft.
Again with the waves, you’ve washed in a dream,
Again with the waves, you’ve brought out a scream.
Kiss me again, under the pale light
And resurrect nostalgia, to my delight-
Like another tenth – another quite sly,
Through other vessels you’ve made me cry
And prickle, and grasp – not unlike my old fear,
For you should have been no more than a peer.
And no one can see the...
To add your venom to the white disdain.
From the moon, she resides on the left,
Nutrients to add to the lilium bereft.
Again with the waves, you’ve washed in a dream,
Again with the waves, you’ve brought out a scream.
Kiss me again, under the pale light
And resurrect nostalgia, to my delight-
Like another tenth – another quite sly,
Through other vessels you’ve made me cry
And prickle, and grasp – not unlike my old fear,
For you should have been no more than a peer.
And no one can see the...
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