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.
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
11th Mar 2014 8:39pm
11th Mar 2014 8:39pm
a conversation
A : "Mommy, why do people die?"
B : "Because you use the bathroom"
B : "Because you use the bathroom"
652 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
26th Feb 2014 2:53pm
26th Feb 2014 2:53pm
Disregard
stumbling through the remnant of what once was a dream...
lucid as a television mantra are the passers by.
I chew the glass of the one true cross...the cuts all taste like wine.
I am a stained glass window, desecrated by flowers.
contemplate for a moment, if I were to disregard the concepts of thought, emotion, memories, ideas, and fantasies (for these are all possessions), tell me then, what is left? what
remains?
we all have our answers ...some, like a rusted sun fading into a junky’s horizon, and some like a great atomic savior...a thousand...
lucid as a television mantra are the passers by.
I chew the glass of the one true cross...the cuts all taste like wine.
I am a stained glass window, desecrated by flowers.
contemplate for a moment, if I were to disregard the concepts of thought, emotion, memories, ideas, and fantasies (for these are all possessions), tell me then, what is left? what
remains?
we all have our answers ...some, like a rusted sun fading into a junky’s horizon, and some like a great atomic savior...a thousand...
670 reads
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DRUGS POEM
Published
26th Feb 2014 2:42pm
26th Feb 2014 2:42pm
Triangle Kitty (graphite extended mix) / audio track
Triangle Kitty is an audio track I put together about a year ago, essentially it is electronic music set to a reading of "graphite", extended with new lyrics. Graphite is already posted, but I have re-posted it in this work to provide for lyrics to accompany the audio track. The link to the audio material is at the end of this page, on with the show ...
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I have a metal cereal waste libido breakfast
time and trance again,
porcelain drool is on the floor...
I can't recall the room.
Lights and clouds of stale morning images
I'll be an...
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I have a metal cereal waste libido breakfast
time and trance again,
porcelain drool is on the floor...
I can't recall the room.
Lights and clouds of stale morning images
I'll be an...
648 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
25th Feb 2014 6:57pm
25th Feb 2014 6:57pm
Ottawa, 16 yrs old
Long fall afternoon,
the day no longer vacant.
That old year's mescaline haze :
a dialect of perfect squares.
A voice of reason in an LSD phone-book.
Every day has it's end,
but sometimes only words define us.
The past is now a concept,
all those old trips
in a quicksilver album for eternity.
You're pure reason was my cure,
a prism of mental constructs...
Time and time before
like the trace of smoke, the chemical door.
A drop of liquid eyesight /
just one breeze with inquisition.
She...
the day no longer vacant.
That old year's mescaline haze :
a dialect of perfect squares.
A voice of reason in an LSD phone-book.
Every day has it's end,
but sometimes only words define us.
The past is now a concept,
all those old trips
in a quicksilver album for eternity.
You're pure reason was my cure,
a prism of mental constructs...
Time and time before
like the trace of smoke, the chemical door.
A drop of liquid eyesight /
just one breeze with inquisition.
She...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
25th Feb 2014 6:51pm
25th Feb 2014 6:51pm
7
Music online @
https://soundcloud.com/jc-luff/sevan-re-mix
the nightmares are on heroin,
lack of sleep, a rusted spoon,
ranting black, delirious,
bleed another tune.
dancing to anesthesia,
dollar store champagne,
fucked to ashes, once again,
the grass now grows insane.
you can't stop the rapture,
of another unknown cause.
the clown begins to liquefy,
the kids give their applause.
they're laughing into the barrel,
of a sub-machine-gun ice-cream cake.
it's rather fun to drink and drive, ...
https://soundcloud.com/jc-luff/sevan-re-mix
the nightmares are on heroin,
lack of sleep, a rusted spoon,
ranting black, delirious,
bleed another tune.
dancing to anesthesia,
dollar store champagne,
fucked to ashes, once again,
the grass now grows insane.
you can't stop the rapture,
of another unknown cause.
the clown begins to liquefy,
the kids give their applause.
they're laughing into the barrel,
of a sub-machine-gun ice-cream cake.
it's rather fun to drink and drive, ...
823 reads
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DRUGS POEM
Published
2nd Feb 2014 7:11pm
2nd Feb 2014 7:11pm
graphite
I have a metal cereal waste libido breakfast
time and trance again,
porcelain drool is on the floor...
can't recall the room.
Lights and clouds of stale morning images
I'll be an after thought,
an upright, photo worthy ape
of deranged pulse in nature's winding frame
just for one day
we can be paranoid about waiting all day
just for one second
Time loses character over the dust of evaporated verse
Right twisted, standing hairpins on the wall...
we could be mammals, and I'll hack songs all the time...
there could be...
time and trance again,
porcelain drool is on the floor...
can't recall the room.
Lights and clouds of stale morning images
I'll be an after thought,
an upright, photo worthy ape
of deranged pulse in nature's winding frame
just for one day
we can be paranoid about waiting all day
just for one second
Time loses character over the dust of evaporated verse
Right twisted, standing hairpins on the wall...
we could be mammals, and I'll hack songs all the time...
there could be...
737 reads
4 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
2nd Feb 2014 7:07pm
2nd Feb 2014 7:07pm
Singing Mary
I am my one and very own
Plastic convalescent home
Shredded voice now calls a tone
Eyes melt as the words are shown
Three times near and weary full
Of a beauty's twisted pull
Singing Mary, song now dull
Cracked notation void and null
Why then ask again for sound?
And is the gas still in the ground?
Incognito floats around
Searching for the lost and found.
Repercussions tell their tail
Sending matches in the mail
Through a pass so weak and frail
Into wretched Sunday sales …
Plastic convalescent home
Shredded voice now calls a tone
Eyes melt as the words are shown
Three times near and weary full
Of a beauty's twisted pull
Singing Mary, song now dull
Cracked notation void and null
Why then ask again for sound?
And is the gas still in the ground?
Incognito floats around
Searching for the lost and found.
Repercussions tell their tail
Sending matches in the mail
Through a pass so weak and frail
Into wretched Sunday sales …
634 reads
2 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
15th Dec 2013 9:01pm
15th Dec 2013 9:01pm
Jeremy Story
The wine was a sweet blend of empty, misguided devotion to an idea, lost many years ago and the almost erotic depletion of what remained of will to pursue it. She collapsed her vision as did I my wakefulness. Sleep now, in your kingdom of exile from
what was once was an emotion, held, yet too heavy to be kept in it's self alone.”
Jeremy kept his usual strut as he made his way to the liquor commission. The ambiance was rather surreal this particular night and the November air held the inviting aroma of a campfire. For a moment, J imagined a jolly group of scouts camped...
what was once was an emotion, held, yet too heavy to be kept in it's self alone.”
Jeremy kept his usual strut as he made his way to the liquor commission. The ambiance was rather surreal this particular night and the November air held the inviting aroma of a campfire. For a moment, J imagined a jolly group of scouts camped...
810 reads
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DRUGS POEM
Published
14th Dec 2013 10:45pm
14th Dec 2013 10:45pm
Grains
You are them as they were you
We grind our teeth as no one’s there
Mirror's mind currency, washed in through,
Lovely psychotic dream died somewhere
As called rabid dogs out
sustained on weak grace,
ripping reason apart
leaving tracks in it's trace.
held so calm in false embrace
the door's hinge charred rose seeding
snapping molars for a taste
and a vial to put the shards in.
prosthetic tangents to the walls
the glance into Pandora's eye
hours viscous drain out time
until love rips apart the sky....
We grind our teeth as no one’s there
Mirror's mind currency, washed in through,
Lovely psychotic dream died somewhere
As called rabid dogs out
sustained on weak grace,
ripping reason apart
leaving tracks in it's trace.
held so calm in false embrace
the door's hinge charred rose seeding
snapping molars for a taste
and a vial to put the shards in.
prosthetic tangents to the walls
the glance into Pandora's eye
hours viscous drain out time
until love rips apart the sky....
717 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
14th Dec 2013 8:26pm
14th Dec 2013 8:26pm
Letters and paint
weird shapes abounding
stagnant tanks of color
the mammal purpose
gained in stark, new relevance
to baffle the anger of God.
rusted creature wrecks the pause in day
with ten thousand arms.
Vacant author grinding his mind's teeth...
the grand excuse continues
diagonal vision, in liquid...
my bones have turned to cardboard.
the past is watching
ten thousand plastic nerves collide
legions of metal birds
sulfuric trees warp into soda lanterns
mandala candle waiting room
tapestry of libidinal confusion
the...
stagnant tanks of color
the mammal purpose
gained in stark, new relevance
to baffle the anger of God.
rusted creature wrecks the pause in day
with ten thousand arms.
Vacant author grinding his mind's teeth...
the grand excuse continues
diagonal vision, in liquid...
my bones have turned to cardboard.
the past is watching
ten thousand plastic nerves collide
legions of metal birds
sulfuric trees warp into soda lanterns
mandala candle waiting room
tapestry of libidinal confusion
the...
689 reads
2 Comments
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