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The Guest Beneath My Tongue

I felt it first, a copper taste, A twitch beneath the gum, a waste Of breath—I spoke, but words were wrong, Too thick, too slow, too far, too long. It came, they said, from foreign seas, A parasite that rides the breeze— Invisible, it crept inside And made my hollow mouth its bride. It found my tongue, and kissed it raw, With needle legs and chitin jaw, It sucked the roots, it dran...

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body horror   parasitic possession   psychological horror   transformation   identity loss   dark poetry   surrealism   infection   voice manipulation   horror imagery

Edifice

‘Put a brick in the edifice,’

Said the man climbing up the wall.

‘It will reach so high,

It will touch the sky,

Till the day it begins to fall.’

 

‘But what’s the point?’ I enquired,

‘If it ends up being destroyed?’

‘From out of the rubble

We’ll build back the double,

To make sure that we stay employed.’

 

‘That strikes me as strange,’ I replied.

‘Because it ...

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Obsolesence   Economics   Surrealism

I Walked Through A Tunnel

I walked through a tunnel

like a finger rubbing around

the inside of a wine glass

round and round

fround bround vround tround

round and round

through the tunnel as a funnel

speeding up

kround zround jround pround

I walked through a tunnel

down to the darkness

down and down

bown hown rown zown

down and down

round and round

dark and stark

I walked thro...

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surrealism   surreal   nonsense

The Empire of Light

We bathe in contradiction for a while,

Which harshness of proximity creates.

Magritte did not intend to reconcile;

Stand back or near, the viewer still debates.

 

Where does the darkness end and light begin?

It seems as though the night should not be here.

Yet lower down, the slowly gaining gloom

Sucks out illumination from the room.

Outside, a lamp burns weakly in its f...

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Magritte   Surrealism

Bears

Bears, bears, bears!

There were bears everywhere

Now he saw them, all those bears throughout his years.

 

The Panda Bear.

She would come out and stare, and stare.

Blinking ringed black eyes against the rare glimpsed sky.

 

Serene and sober

Conversely troubled but not in a rage

She'd think for a minute, slowly turn, then go back to her cage.

 

The Grizzly Bear.

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Bears. dreams   memories   surrealism

MY GHOST

Let me write you there where my poems fail,

where endings are new beginnings.

Two aging strand ends, two baby lip ends,
two porous tongue ends, two bone finger ends

in line after lines, repeating, 
'successive matings, successive deaths is also a line'.

Let me call you there where my being searches for its lost,

where hollowness continues as a road.

An extended yet temporary ki...

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surrealism

I'd like you to like me

I'd like you to like me

and I'd like you to know,

Id doesn't like me and Superego doesn't know where to go.

I've planned a trip to where the tulips grow -

find a vein, push a plunger, let the psychotropes flow.

 

I know you don't like me

and we've nowhere to go.

Ego doesn't know what to do and Id has hate to sow.

I'd like you to, I'd like to oblige you to throw

away m...

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depression   Drugs   surrealism   internal struggle

Dividing the corners (a prose poem - stream of consciousness type of thing) 97'

DIVIDING CORNERS

 

Five to nine and a horrible reality. Even the carpet thinks so (after yet another coffee mug spills with the ashtray), and probably the band that's jamming away in stereo, thinking smugly, that they're tomorrow's Beatles, selling out arenas to tomorrow's people.

Still it all seems quite reputable compared to the silver cutlery in the drawer next to the microwave, unpoli...

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prose poetry   stream of consciousness   surrealism

Joyce's Umbrella

Have you any idea how hard it is for me to play a G major?
Should I write a standard progression, put the chorus where it should be and scream ‘dada’ in a controlled display of abandon?
Know I am a charlatan?
The only true rebellion would be to, with utter sincerity, believe yourself a penguin
Flying in the face of all authority

AAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
MMMMMMMMMWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRR...

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art   dilemmas   James Joyce   avant garde   pop   dada   surrealism   automatic writing   Breton   penguin

Hold Rock

Hold Rock

Are you my rock to trip me up before I fall off the edge of the world?

You take me for me, accept that I have problems.

And understand.

Will that understanding destroy you?

Will that be a plateau of levellity?

Perfect stability, eye of the storm.

 

What of you?

 

Do you actually notice me?

I bought her two nice tops and she left me by text message.

 

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dark topic   gothic poem   life events   surrealism

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