Good God, I’m Writing Poetry

A collaboration with my most cherished friend who is extraordinarily more poetic than I am, S. Mourningstar

001.
Mixed Success Among the Silos
Luscious Chicanery
Against Incessant Humming…
Overcome with Nerves
Statis
Inertia
Status Quo
Goddamned Reprieve
For the Love Of God.

Our silos,
They launch,
And leave us alone,
We have lost ourselves,
I long for you in our winter,
And rape your holocaust away,
Our codes,
Like splinters
Our children,
With new found disgust in us,
With dread and a strange hum,
A noise that echoes like a cancer.
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001.a
Serpents/ I touch you/ violence/ I saw you die/ fingers/ heart/ resurrection/ seed/ battlefield/ orchard/ monster/ I breathe/ stop laughing at me/ infect me/ sleep/ your skin is soft/ virus/ are you strong

Whale/ the World/ she is so beautiful/ destroy/ immune/ the beast within/ I don’t understand you/

Essence/ unfamiliar sweetness/wrapping like rice paper/ exposed/ solace and remedy/ sparkling orbs/ learning again/ your wonderment in perpetuity/
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