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FROM THE MULTI-POLAR MIND OF A RECOVERING EX-USER

not poetry, not purposeful, not pretending









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Showing posts with label come-down. Show all posts
Showing posts with label come-down. Show all posts

Saturday, 5 June 2010

Circles

life is circular today
maybe it will go away
and leave me in this scuppered skull
encased by mental scabs and full
of warping wisps
which tear along the tracks of awareness
in thought's chaotic train

yes life is circular today
at least it keeps the wolves at bay
or maybe life is just a play
where dreams are scenes
and dawn unfolds
on you, the stage, where actors say:
hello, how are you, goodbye, good day.

Tuesday, 6 April 2010

Visor

Without warning daytime crashes
Taste in mouth turns into ashes
Android smiles belch out sweet words
Like sugar-coated verbal turds
Which pulse and swell to fill the room
Electric blue beneath full moon
Where I'm found wearing some disguise
Or staring madly through this visor
Fitted lest my laser gaze
Should set their hellish world ablaze
Revealing loveless reptile creatures
Lurking under human features.

A violent voice ignites the air
A phoenix risen from despair
Returning with demonic power
To haunt you in your darkest hour
As fatal hug cheats final breath
As worthless life meets pointless death.

You end the game
As your missile claim
Explodes my feelings like a supernova
But let me tell you something all the same
My revenge burns just when you think its over
And at the juncture where our company parts
I lift my visor and your long night starts.