Submissions by LakedNunch (Jr)

In this pit.
Only filthy love is made.
Through sweat & candle wax
In dark rooms,
Love dripping down the neck of salty flesh.
Those who go in
This pit.
Never Fully
Comes Back.
&  
How could they?
For in this house
They tame the angles of debauchery
The sheep
Know their place amongst wolves.
Yes these sheep
Know how to treat one.  
 
I have never known the sheep to  
Crawl to a wolf
 until this spiteful pit.  
Yes these sheep love carelessly.
As they should.

Peace
2
Da
Gawds
&
Da
Earths.
The old poet
Screams out.
As his last luckie,
Falls from his fingers,
Tumbles down his knee,
&
Lands on white cement.
The poet crushes Its
Neck.
Squashing its last spark.
The poet, legendary in some circles,
Jumps from his throne
Of concrete.


&falls.

Down.

& he screams
In his righteous agony
&
Everlasting glory.
Peace
2
Da
Gawds
&
Da
Earths.

When everything
is a little
darker.
Everything seems
a little more at peace.
Like smoking a Cigarette
without a filter.
Beautiful.
Simple.
Dark.
Like German Opera
A Dark piano
played by
Dirty fingernails.
With a Deep German voice
Singing.
Longing.
Almost Needing.
Like an old whore.
Like a Baby Rottweiler.
Like a Lamp post
that doesn't shine bright anymore
because dead black flies
paint the bulb
a dark shade.
But its better this way.
For us.

It's more like a whore.
she brings confusion,
This confusion brings a certain type of
bliss.
It's graceful man.
like God brushing off blow from her glass desk.
floating down.
My thoughts crumble & fade away.
This whore,
grey & sensitive, burns
as slow as you like.
i like to ignore her.
foul incense leaves you wanting less
but filled with more.

A legacy of intoxication
4 fellows surrounded by fog.
candle light shaking in the middle.
the torch lights &
cuts the euphony of our stretched moments.
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