Submissions by JC-Luff (JC Luff)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Usually found on some tirade about this that, or the distortion of the other thing, J.C believes that there is spiritual growth to be made through the derangement of the sentences.
LOVE POEM
Published
14th Jan 2015 2:35pm
14th Jan 2015 2:35pm
The Voice of Reason
She was the trip beside the pill bottle.
Slow coursing mirrors of prophetic snow.
Light metal on the sidewalk of antiquity,
and the day-light hymn of obligation,
would I ever find the right excuse?
She was the trip beneath the counter
Slow coursing amphetamine treatment.
“People” all through the half of day in this bus station sky,
and they may have been fixtures of the surroundings
but I remember the words she didn't say.
Slow coursing mirrors of prophetic snow.
Light metal on the sidewalk of antiquity,
and the day-light hymn of obligation,
would I ever find the right excuse?
She was the trip beneath the counter
Slow coursing amphetamine treatment.
“People” all through the half of day in this bus station sky,
and they may have been fixtures of the surroundings
but I remember the words she didn't say.
719 reads
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DRUGS POEM
Published
14th Jan 2015 2:34pm
14th Jan 2015 2:34pm
Climax Drug Mouth
Drugs and cookies by the fire,
homo-erotic living room re-decorating,
cold words to the mystery phone,
and my waiting rot in frames of blue coma.
The eventual truth to these paranoid shamanic dilutions,
The possible fuck behind a dumpster glory half-way house,
The lost crush hemorrhage driveway mainline.
Smoke and mirrors by the fire,
psychiatric re-programming,
warm tweaks on the downtown synthesizer,
and my espresso couch groove.
The suppository geography of neutral sin,
The stock market renal failure candy canes,...
homo-erotic living room re-decorating,
cold words to the mystery phone,
and my waiting rot in frames of blue coma.
The eventual truth to these paranoid shamanic dilutions,
The possible fuck behind a dumpster glory half-way house,
The lost crush hemorrhage driveway mainline.
Smoke and mirrors by the fire,
psychiatric re-programming,
warm tweaks on the downtown synthesizer,
and my espresso couch groove.
The suppository geography of neutral sin,
The stock market renal failure candy canes,...
744 reads
2 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
30th Oct 2014 1:46pm
30th Oct 2014 1:46pm
Voices in My Lungs
1732 reads
5 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
23rd Sep 2014 11:03pm
23rd Sep 2014 11:03pm
Sewer Kisses
The waste-pipe is a post-modern wet dream
all the animals in their nests
while the sun is a sugar mouth,
consuming verse in tidy slaughter
... I was your cardboard denial,
with silken veins in Florine woods of new dismissal.
Find me in the socket behind the immaculate reflection
of the heaving rock and roll piss fountain
selling time for silence,
in the barrel roll cluster-fuck obscurity
of broken science detuned to light
shining out from the golden ass
of pop psychiatry.
Intravenous convenience lunch box
morphine...
all the animals in their nests
while the sun is a sugar mouth,
consuming verse in tidy slaughter
... I was your cardboard denial,
with silken veins in Florine woods of new dismissal.
Find me in the socket behind the immaculate reflection
of the heaving rock and roll piss fountain
selling time for silence,
in the barrel roll cluster-fuck obscurity
of broken science detuned to light
shining out from the golden ass
of pop psychiatry.
Intravenous convenience lunch box
morphine...
861 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Sep 2014 5:45pm
23rd Sep 2014 5:45pm
Wearing Chickens for Shoes in Alphabetical Sanctuary
You were the particle collision ignition
in the morning eyes of my failing mind,
rusting roses in the fleeting passage way surgery,
of my new insult to the expanse of time.
Medical burnt out summer's end
... the lines of soul your voice defends.
You were the ethereal star-ship message,
from the depths of tired space,
waking walls to new composure,
raising statues to your grace.
Gray-scale scarlet void
breaks down to the eternal invitation.
in the morning eyes of my failing mind,
rusting roses in the fleeting passage way surgery,
of my new insult to the expanse of time.
Medical burnt out summer's end
... the lines of soul your voice defends.
You were the ethereal star-ship message,
from the depths of tired space,
waking walls to new composure,
raising statues to your grace.
Gray-scale scarlet void
breaks down to the eternal invitation.
754 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
2nd Sep 2014 10:22pm
2nd Sep 2014 10:22pm
Phone Line
Touch tone plastic city
leafs of paper on the radiator trees
blind lunatics raging down the streets on unicycles
The air has been taxed
God is a phone call away
the sky remains a statement
Woke up in a tin can
woke up on the wrong side of eternity
woke up to the alarm on the edge of nowhere
I want to paint the town red
I want to eat a unicorn, well done with radishes
there is too much policy to deal with
I want to flow like a low density liquid
Penetrate the evening
Triangles abounding
I woke up in a tin can...
leafs of paper on the radiator trees
blind lunatics raging down the streets on unicycles
The air has been taxed
God is a phone call away
the sky remains a statement
Woke up in a tin can
woke up on the wrong side of eternity
woke up to the alarm on the edge of nowhere
I want to paint the town red
I want to eat a unicorn, well done with radishes
there is too much policy to deal with
I want to flow like a low density liquid
Penetrate the evening
Triangles abounding
I woke up in a tin can...
705 reads
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DRUGS POEM
Published
2nd Sep 2014 10:06pm
2nd Sep 2014 10:06pm
apparatus
Shovel down another song
To play in gasoline.
Nothing ever goes too wrong
Construction paper dreams.
Falsities and broken notes
Left for the hollow masses.
Draining oil to stay afloat
golf club weekend passes.
He knows the way, so follow on
Until the Styx shall overflow
Unto a fairy tale's song
As above as so bellow.
Scissors aren't quite necessary
When the trees are fake.
Holidays now sanctuary
Leave the starving quaint.
To play in gasoline.
Nothing ever goes too wrong
Construction paper dreams.
Falsities and broken notes
Left for the hollow masses.
Draining oil to stay afloat
golf club weekend passes.
He knows the way, so follow on
Until the Styx shall overflow
Unto a fairy tale's song
As above as so bellow.
Scissors aren't quite necessary
When the trees are fake.
Holidays now sanctuary
Leave the starving quaint.
815 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
25th Jul 2014 9:59pm
25th Jul 2014 9:59pm
Crayons
** AUDIO RESIDES @ http://www.soundcloud.com/jc-luff/crayons
You walked in October
the derilect changed.
the crosses and crayons
the last tone deranged
you were my favorite kamikaze
the dreams left to melt here
ten love songs ago
one more cracked word chorus
for an empty show
you were my favorite kamikaze
you were my favorite
you were my favorite kamikaze
left over clouds from neighbours messiahs
broke all my windows and tore out my eyes
I begged them to leave these broken desires
to rot where...
You walked in October
the derilect changed.
the crosses and crayons
the last tone deranged
you were my favorite kamikaze
the dreams left to melt here
ten love songs ago
one more cracked word chorus
for an empty show
you were my favorite kamikaze
you were my favorite
you were my favorite kamikaze
left over clouds from neighbours messiahs
broke all my windows and tore out my eyes
I begged them to leave these broken desires
to rot where...
921 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Jul 2014 10:54pm
3rd Jul 2014 10:54pm
sax poetry
Sax Poetry : Featuring Moon Shawn
“A transcription of the closest thing JC Luff will ever do to “Free-Style”. The statement was made in 2013. I recited this stuff off the top of my head with a glass of wine and a friend on the sax. I did some post recording tweaks, but the integrity of the session remains intact.”
Audio resides @
https://soundcloud.com/jc-luff/sax-poetry-feat-moon-shawn
“ A statement to the ages is being made... “
The New Church of Manson
curse to eternity
blind in shaded nerves
soda lanterns
the mind in...
“A transcription of the closest thing JC Luff will ever do to “Free-Style”. The statement was made in 2013. I recited this stuff off the top of my head with a glass of wine and a friend on the sax. I did some post recording tweaks, but the integrity of the session remains intact.”
Audio resides @
https://soundcloud.com/jc-luff/sax-poetry-feat-moon-shawn
“ A statement to the ages is being made... “
The New Church of Manson
curse to eternity
blind in shaded nerves
soda lanterns
the mind in...
861 reads
0 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
14th Jun 2014 1:28am
14th Jun 2014 1:28am
Stir-Fry
I want a cow to be insulted repeatedly before it is served to me on my plate.
802 reads
2 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
9th Jun 2014 00:46am
9th Jun 2014 00:46am
Paper Snake (do something sane)
Eternal venom of the holy accomplice
winding branches into karmic wheels,
the day escapes me while I am here to admit it.
I was the unforgiven disgrace
of ten thousand empty bars across the river,
and my eyes were radium hair spray.
Animal gears in the slaughter bed
of broken verse to serenade
the afterbirth of swollen moon.
the same drug assaults me
when I only want the lesson,
cold war kitchen floor.
I need to do something sane,
before I realize how high I am,
so I can keep the night together.
The same...
winding branches into karmic wheels,
the day escapes me while I am here to admit it.
I was the unforgiven disgrace
of ten thousand empty bars across the river,
and my eyes were radium hair spray.
Animal gears in the slaughter bed
of broken verse to serenade
the afterbirth of swollen moon.
the same drug assaults me
when I only want the lesson,
cold war kitchen floor.
I need to do something sane,
before I realize how high I am,
so I can keep the night together.
The same...
1036 reads
4 Comments
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