Poetry Do not respond

[Hallow]

I want
something
gone​

 

[Hallow]

Write your reply...
every question shall be exclaimed
weakness parenthesized
essences slashed
leave your submission
​

 

[Baphomet]

You suck.

 

[Hallow]

You suck.

And so I do
as that rank of pawn which reaches the opposite end
err would I but to treasure the world
of the queen yet due mastery
that I would just be a piece necessary
nevermind the meta wary of losing point
to black or white
uniform substantial suck and bend​

 

[Hallow]

So it appears
you screen me
in my veins you demand ignominy
blood runnier than ichor
issues from tissues
which shoes
land on this monument
I wore near Mercury
a slap on the spot
like that you must be delivered
a messenger who is their medium
stark though Elysium is
against the stygian mystery​

 

[Hallow]

This
day
ends
with
sometimes why?​

 

[Hallow]

To this survey
very likely
biz of a wizard
unkindly stowing
community opinions knowing
magic in curses spoken
broken in a sling of slang
shakes our hairless ape lang-
guage gage this oaken age
if the lichen
is on this side of ring
to liken to the core​

 

[Hallow]

i
c
u
​

 

[Hallow]

If I could title this teat (Titan knees)

I want to fuck (I have beaten enough)
after cheesy bullshit (it’s also crunchy, gloamy, and stiff)
as if same I underwent (boiling to the holy bit),
ground up into a burrito (squatting fat ass so),
harry, the merry bunny blows (propagate woes).

I’m a piece of meat, a spear to treat (our wounds are bleak).

If I could not find, but to divine (custodian of the litter, feline)
this chatty, unworthy business of mine (each letter is fined);
to rule, confide slivers of doom kind (nostalgic beach shattered wide),
to moon, too soon, watch me barrage (nasty wave)
or buffet, waters or winds (radiance from splitting sins);
to except, lie like the rising sun (“normal” bun in the oven)
and stay the course of sires and ire (honor death, funeral pyre),
to stare and glare -- those drifting horizons (empty set)!

I’m just s’mores, barbecued bores (unrepentant campfire chique).

I want you to tell me if I am cute (bodies vectored, pupil slitting):
those color absorbent faculties past the felonius bend (producing hits vacantly),
a force of attraction beyond the Good and Evil end (law can’t break us),
that cutting tool with which you food tend (is not it that dream (contentedness)?).
If, and only if, my hand ((paw without pause) ness-ness)
with cursory prance on the command (glam, (Amon)-Ra(n), eidolon address),
carnivorously unbands minute flesh (Tik (coy)-(pick) Tok)
thus designs no time between trust ((I **** you) don’t @ me).

I’m so real, over going down-to-disappoint-feel (shame mires weak).
Before I perseverate (Otherworldly. Flat truthing. Forthworlder)
round quotidian triumvirates (Janus. Dionysus. Janus)
we should mesh blanket statements (zen(zen) zen again) --
we will catch imagination (satellizing transmission -- Xenograft, “What is human?”).

 

[Hallow]

The nerve of Janus

Out of the options you outlined to gain your favor I chose that sign, but I didn’t expect remuneration,
nay, the corporate entities are too concerned with the contract to afford what is left
after I clock out -- like a phantom I slide by catechism for those still struggling with suppression --
fray minute hands, lay our hands, reach august craft.Truly, there is no end to this message?
Were it key of that door, my life, I struck since January I may have suspected tracking:
bounds and resolution. It executes no certain cleavage. But the first opening I thought was a ploy,

another office on top of the flight whose termination I preferred to forget the form at, a blank ploy.
The guard cried, “Not yet,” blocking the north, and as I had no time for his sense of remuneration
I exited from whence I came. Reappearing home I threw the item off my chain, the offense of tracking,
in the stairway no less, more unlikely it’s return to this destitute physiognomy, I have been left
dispossessed, I steeled myself to enter the rear before -- the new tenant who guaranteed this message
got Lost & Found with a fly-on-the-wall’s building experience.That night, venomous suppression

enveloped an insect which contaminated our connection, some entertainment defining noise suppression
is required to impart the myth of You and I. Here nothing and no one shall hold between us, or ploy
of psychic dissociation expand as the far stretch on space, and dinner may be break-fast off the message,
“Faithful, thou art famished yet pregnant with worldly goods, addled through vitreous remuneration,
there refract spirits of ignominy negging thy hesitation to dawn the service left.
I am the body of work thou wilt, lover of thy love.” I am used to mostly, boring, civil tracking;

fluffing clouds, capitalizing footprints -- jam a stake in the organ; lo, this ground enables tracking!
Everyone sinks me, the ultramarine, mercurial under pressure, resistant to pattern suppression;
that particular miasma rises, they gather around the premises for a hit of sulfurous Vermillion; left
additional monitor, background anamnesis, jade of a branching soul.This stand sole ploy,

{WIP}

 

[Hallow]

I am listless, therefore I write:

a lamp with a severed nape cries ("burn this space"),

that pile of clothes figuring, some witch's monster reserved this night --

which is dark and creepy until the authorial hand mistakes to erase

darlings, but none of them beloved. Suppose they held their breath forever;

you know this inkling of mine, the imprint of my boot;

fight me, story that there was, damned by the world bleeding pleasure.

I close your eyes because the smell of your soul makes me want to shoot.

Pressured by the old factory, all factions, still I recall to be cross

(balancing like walking changed) so you can taste exhaust, fucking dine!

I told a priest and the rat booked, as God is my witness there are the cops,

uniformed lies testing the magnanimity of the beautiful Anodyne --

chalkboard scraping, arboreal brush thickening -- however, pomegranate

of a paradise or a planet.