Submissions by hornyatmorn
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I am hornyatmorn poet. Other times also.
GETTING HIGHER 1 / "INNER" VISIONS
EDELTRAUD 3 ===> THE PSYCHOBITCH ==> INTER-TEMPORAL: DISMANTLING BIG TIME
"AVRA PALM"
27 & 28/9/2014
Some serious rain came today,
of those that are not unexpected,
but happens on a Saturday
and has the summer intersected.
So, fuck the summer, what's up now?
Fuck Saturday evening too!
Should I recycle your tale somehow,
or should I wonder what to do?
A tale takes millions of revisions
if there's in it a shred of truth,
that generates "inner" visions,
each one a pain in the tooth.
...
"AVRA PALM"
27 & 28/9/2014
Some serious rain came today,
of those that are not unexpected,
but happens on a Saturday
and has the summer intersected.
So, fuck the summer, what's up now?
Fuck Saturday evening too!
Should I recycle your tale somehow,
or should I wonder what to do?
A tale takes millions of revisions
if there's in it a shred of truth,
that generates "inner" visions,
each one a pain in the tooth.
...
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PANDEMOS APHRODITE
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PROTOCOL AND ETIQUETTE
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ANAIS IS GETTING f**kED 2
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ANAIS IS GETTING f**kED 1
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DECEMBER… WHICH DECEMBER ?
The Christmas lights are on once again,
no that I care about it anymore,
I'm trying no to lose since there's no gain,
I have survived so many times before.
December… which December was a thrill?
Too many to consider in a song,
these last few years always made me ill,
I haven't been home for Christmas for too long.
To think of it, I don’t know where is home,
it's only just an abstract thought of mine,
perhaps in Crete, watching the white sea foam,
maybe in London, drinking some old wine.
My mother, or my wife, or my kid?
My...
no that I care about it anymore,
I'm trying no to lose since there's no gain,
I have survived so many times before.
December… which December was a thrill?
Too many to consider in a song,
these last few years always made me ill,
I haven't been home for Christmas for too long.
To think of it, I don’t know where is home,
it's only just an abstract thought of mine,
perhaps in Crete, watching the white sea foam,
maybe in London, drinking some old wine.
My mother, or my wife, or my kid?
My...
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FEEL THIS AIR ?
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