Submissions by Randon
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
4th Aug 2024 1:10am
4th Aug 2024 1:10am
Sixteen
Three million beating wings
Of the bacterial soldiers on my skin
Whisper of mollusk
Of scroll
Of ether.
Jesus Christ!
The Carnage under her gums
Eons of feasting on the flesh
Of her torturers!
Flicker of the television screen again,
Razor wire pulled tight
To the breast of Achilles.
His sons weep for him
Tending to the lamps
And gardens
And the city walls.
Of the bacterial soldiers on my skin
Whisper of mollusk
Of scroll
Of ether.
Jesus Christ!
The Carnage under her gums
Eons of feasting on the flesh
Of her torturers!
Flicker of the television screen again,
Razor wire pulled tight
To the breast of Achilles.
His sons weep for him
Tending to the lamps
And gardens
And the city walls.
#depression
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Aug 2024 11:38pm
3rd Aug 2024 11:38pm
Fifteen
The machine came grinding to a halt
Her flesh, under plates of metal and wires
And holy etchings
Was slick with sweat
And pus.
Joan stood to the flame of dusk
And listened to her body,
Ripe with parasitic drone,
Begin to foam and boil.
Her flesh, under plates of metal and wires
And holy etchings
Was slick with sweat
And pus.
Joan stood to the flame of dusk
And listened to her body,
Ripe with parasitic drone,
Begin to foam and boil.
#depression
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
21st Jul 2024 4:39pm
21st Jul 2024 4:39pm
Fourteen
Staring at the stale curtains of the Hideout
With my new Companion.
Examining the transparent biosheets
Night after night
And speaking in their tongues.
Scan of Our Lady Jupiter.
Scan of Our Lady Mars.
With my new Companion.
Examining the transparent biosheets
Night after night
And speaking in their tongues.
Scan of Our Lady Jupiter.
Scan of Our Lady Mars.
#despair
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th Jul 2024 4:07am
19th Jul 2024 4:07am
Thirteen
Crackle of the radio
Over the ribbed edges of the
Universe. Jesus Christ was an
Android.
Telephone rings and Doris wakes from her slumber.
The job called in.
Over the ribbed edges of the
Universe. Jesus Christ was an
Android.
Telephone rings and Doris wakes from her slumber.
The job called in.
#obsession
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Jul 2024 8:04pm
14th Jul 2024 8:04pm
Twelve
Electric growls of Stheno and Euryale, spread before dawn, with silver chargers over their breasts and hips.
“I’ll trade you three vials of nanobugs for two sheets of their gauzy sweat.”
“I’ll trade you three vials of nanobugs for two sheets of their gauzy sweat.”
#despair
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Jul 2024 2:22pm
5th Jul 2024 2:22pm
Eleven
She creamed her regurgitations
With oil paints and sage leaves.
Preparing for the grand ceremony,
Muscles lean and tight mind.
Monkery of flora, sunbursts,
And nuclear baths.
Valentina-
Cage of the Beast.
With oil paints and sage leaves.
Preparing for the grand ceremony,
Muscles lean and tight mind.
Monkery of flora, sunbursts,
And nuclear baths.
Valentina-
Cage of the Beast.
#obsession
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
4th Jul 2024 3:59am
4th Jul 2024 3:59am
Ten
Shirley oiled herself for war.
Televisions had gone silent,
But not the one in her dreams,
Ancient, electric fire-
And on their backs,
On their ankles and breasts,
A vision in the shape of a human.
…dressing quiet in the other room,
Careful not to wake the troops.
Thirsty for the ambush.
Long stemmed, cruel vines
Crept along every edge
Of every raging mass
Of tissue in her body.
Rejoice!!
On microscopic levels,
Adrift in the tides of her warm
Pink blood:
Lay Legions.
Spurting the blessed. ...
Televisions had gone silent,
But not the one in her dreams,
Ancient, electric fire-
And on their backs,
On their ankles and breasts,
A vision in the shape of a human.
…dressing quiet in the other room,
Careful not to wake the troops.
Thirsty for the ambush.
Long stemmed, cruel vines
Crept along every edge
Of every raging mass
Of tissue in her body.
Rejoice!!
On microscopic levels,
Adrift in the tides of her warm
Pink blood:
Lay Legions.
Spurting the blessed. ...
#obsession
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th Jun 2024 1:58pm
30th Jun 2024 1:58pm
Nine
She wept slow tears for the jittery, miniature,
Shackled
Corpse in the attic.
Her coffee was glowing
With the beating wings of the holy legions
And the nuclear throat of heaven’s chorus.
She mourned her husband.
Tunica intima.
Tunica media.
Tunica externa.
Shackled
Corpse in the attic.
Her coffee was glowing
With the beating wings of the holy legions
And the nuclear throat of heaven’s chorus.
She mourned her husband.
Tunica intima.
Tunica media.
Tunica externa.
#depression
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
29th Jun 2024 10:01pm
29th Jun 2024 10:01pm
Eight
Stripped to the gills
Our bride
An ornate, divine pacifier
Pinkish blood
Our bride’s Mother
Gurgling saltwater through her fangs
Spewing from her fucking bones
A berserk totem
Marching in long strides
Decimating the countryside
Poisoning the wells
Enslaving the locals.
What more can I say?
Love? Corruption? Insanity?
I don’t know, and I’m not sure I want to know.
(The telepathic, interstellar plant life that I’ve been talking to, and the ancient, 10-foot corpses that I raised,
I’m sure, will save us at the last...
Our bride
An ornate, divine pacifier
Pinkish blood
Our bride’s Mother
Gurgling saltwater through her fangs
Spewing from her fucking bones
A berserk totem
Marching in long strides
Decimating the countryside
Poisoning the wells
Enslaving the locals.
What more can I say?
Love? Corruption? Insanity?
I don’t know, and I’m not sure I want to know.
(The telepathic, interstellar plant life that I’ve been talking to, and the ancient, 10-foot corpses that I raised,
I’m sure, will save us at the last...
#depression
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th Jun 2024 3:01pm
25th Jun 2024 3:01pm
3, 4, 5, & 6
Three
Tales of the lesser ancients
And their brides and concubines,
Recorded here in newspaper blood and oil drippings.
March of the Trumpet Wasps.
Lash of the Whip.
Four
Bedchamber Blessing.
Five
God has not quite been invented yet.
Six
He was a protege of Freud,
But before that,
He attended Seminary School
With the I-5 Killer,
And everyone he encountered
Contracted a touch of paranoia,
And wept blood from their Microbond Ports.
Tales of the lesser ancients
And their brides and concubines,
Recorded here in newspaper blood and oil drippings.
March of the Trumpet Wasps.
Lash of the Whip.
Four
Bedchamber Blessing.
Five
God has not quite been invented yet.
Six
He was a protege of Freud,
But before that,
He attended Seminary School
With the I-5 Killer,
And everyone he encountered
Contracted a touch of paranoia,
And wept blood from their Microbond Ports.
#depression
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Jun 2024 7:32am
2nd Jun 2024 7:32am
1 & 2
One
If they’re not eating you, it’s because they’re not hungry.
Proto-Alpha-One.
If they’re not eating you, it’s because they’re not hungry.
Proto-Alpha-Em.
If they’re not eating you, it’s because they’re not hungry.
Busted limbs and oiled urns. Good night, Julie Bath.
Theta and Delta, Ominous under sheets of rain,
Ominous, sometimes on horseback
Carrying spears, garlands of tendons,
Or plans and blueprints,
Or poison daggers, tainted water,
And the blue halos of diner glass,
Puddings and wreathes of...
If they’re not eating you, it’s because they’re not hungry.
Proto-Alpha-One.
If they’re not eating you, it’s because they’re not hungry.
Proto-Alpha-Em.
If they’re not eating you, it’s because they’re not hungry.
Busted limbs and oiled urns. Good night, Julie Bath.
Theta and Delta, Ominous under sheets of rain,
Ominous, sometimes on horseback
Carrying spears, garlands of tendons,
Or plans and blueprints,
Or poison daggers, tainted water,
And the blue halos of diner glass,
Puddings and wreathes of...
#depression
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Feb 2021 11:43am
18th Feb 2021 11:43am
The Cybernetic Cyclops and the Psychic Palate of his Concubine
Gloria was a Musketeer and she worked for one of the strongest bosses in the Old North District. She waited, tonight, for her watch. Every night for the last 15 days was the same. She poured some oil in a small silver dish and waited by dim candlelight. The minutes passed slowly in the empty halls of her father and all of the ancestors before him.
A slide reel concludes and the lights crackle like the anemic wartime bulbs that they were. The crowd began to file out, mostly through the broad center aisle. He dreamed he had been in the belly of a fish and not at some official session,...
A slide reel concludes and the lights crackle like the anemic wartime bulbs that they were. The crowd began to file out, mostly through the broad center aisle. He dreamed he had been in the belly of a fish and not at some official session,...
#nature
#apocalypse
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