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Ok, so after some exhausting leisure time, I have come to my senses, and after some deep inward thought, i figured out what visual poetry is. i hope you enjoy





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Discord

Discord

I'm online
But inclined
To ignore the signs

White Collar Jouster
I point my flashlight
Through to nothing

Green screens
Tell the future
And sit with
Celluloid scraps
And the rest of the dead

Impossible angles
Plotting my course
Through the nothing
Up to the above

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Death Dance (version 3)

new version. i hope you guys enjoy it.

Death Dance


The music starts
And we’re torn apart
Out here
Out where it’s empty

We move our feet
To no beat
And sing

Let’s do the death dance
Let’s twist and turn
Through this terran coil
Let’s forget about breath
And sin into oblivion

I’ve gotten so sick
Of goose-stepping
In line
In time with the war drum
Let’s do the death dance

Follow my feet
I’ll take you
Down the black path
Past where it’s empty

And if we tire
There’s a flint-black box
Where the shadow shouts

You can’t get out
You can’t get out

Let’s do the death dance
Here beside your lye-white bones
The lord and his flies are coming
And I
I
I’m coming home

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Seasonal Poetry

Icicles


The lucky rain
Fell down again
Outside
My quiet window

It fell
And froze
Down where the air
Is heavy

Drops
On spikes
Shot down
To earth
And died

The lucky rain
Went home today
Outside
My quiet window

Up where the air
Is light
Is light

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The Fever Endeth

The Fever Endeth


Switch on the light
We'll fly
Alive
And ride

Give me sweet letters
Your word in turn
Help me break my fever
Mark my cold celsius

It's been so long
Since I was numb
Stab my vein
With the painful panacea

And when it's time
To leave and not return
I'll take my letters
And leave the fever

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Something a little different.

The Song of Dude and Spooky


I

ATTENTION LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!
STEP RIGHT UP
AND GRAB YOUR SHINY LINCOLNS
ENTER THE ARCADE!

WE HAVE A NEW ONE
FOR YOU TODAY
A TALE OF AMAZEMENT
AND HORROR!

PUT YOUR PENNIES IN THE SLOT
OPEN YOUR EYES
AND PREPARE TO HEAR
THE SONG OF DUDE AND SPOOKY

II

Aqualung approaches
And asks for some fire
For his smoke

III

His vice is his bane
Hunchback acid freak
Bowing to my generosity
Offers a square meal

Clothed in a coat
Stolen from the seventies
He holds his hand inside:
No pockets bottle-large

IV

SMALL TALK

I fucking hate ESP
What?
ESP
You do?
Yeah. Fuck ESP
Wait, what's ESP?
Fucking sports channel
Oh, ESPN?
ESP
Oh. Wait, what?

V

THE GRAND HISTORY OF SPOOKY

No college
Half of high school
No parents
Anymore
Travels from California
To spread the plague
He contracted
When he left school
And started selling

VI

Here the grand man stands
Trying to sell me
The same shit he tried at twelve
A tiny tab to start the clock
Of a future flashback

VII

DUDE IS QUESTIONED ABOUT SPOOKY

Who is that guy?
Spooky
Seriously?
Seriously
Should we be worried?
Probably

VIII

DENOUMENT

I never saw Spooky again
Something about no phone and no name
Made him hard to find
He must have returned to his bed-car
And gone to warmer weather
With the birds

IX

I begin to forget about Spooky
My afternoon friend
And possible maniac
I met once

My back is beginning to hurt

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Death Dance

Note: Credit is due to my father, since i unabashedly stole one of his lines from my favorite of his poems.

Death Dance


Let's do the death dance
Let's twist and turn
Through this terran coil
Let's forget about breath
And spin into oblation

I've gotten so sick
Of goose-stepping
Let's do the death dance

Follow my feet
I'll take you
Down the black path
Out where it's empty

And if we tire
There's a flint-black box
Where the shadow shouts

You can't get out
You can't get out

Let's do the death dance
Here beside your tattered bones
I know the flies are coming
And
I
I
I'm coming home

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Fresh Start

Fresh Start


I open the blank book
White pages by white candles
Fresh Start

I pour my brain
No trace of thought
An empty stain
Of ink that drops
Like placid rain
On burning rocks

Pen to paper
Dirge in darkness
Fresh Start

Poison flows
Makes me ill
No drop to drink
No cup to fill
A mounted man
Attacks a mill

I close the blank book
Fire dies
Black smoke
Dark room
Fresh Start

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Clean Century Redux
Category: Writing and Poetry

The poem was broken, and I fixed it. I hope you like it better.

Clean Century


I feel the fever
Like the flame at the feet
Of a guiltless girl
They say she's a heathen

And I've felt the fire
Not from burning wood
But words

I wish I'd been a liar
But that fire
When it burns
My word is my water

Like cool rain on a summer day
Smells like cleaning the car
With my father
And feeling the heat wash away

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Clean Century
Category: Writing and Poetry

Clean Century


I feel the fire coming
Like the flame at the feet
Of a screaming, guiltless girl
They say she's a heathen

And I've been hunted
Not with spears of wood
But words
They rob me of wind

I wish I'd been a liar
But that fire
When it burns
My word is my water

Like cool rain on a summer day
Smells like washing the car
With my father
And watching him drive away

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