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Vodka

An intangible bliss for which the mind orbits, the treasure we search,

Waxing and waning in an eternal waltz.

Forever fighting,

Thrashing at the air where the hazy gates stood.

If only we knew,

If only we knew where to fight, where to thrash,

Where to direct and sharpen our spears.

Yet we are blocked by a bulwark, a cult of occultation. Yet

Lights,

Noise,

Ambrosia and wine

Are not to be blamed.

Instead: lies.

Lies and secrets, our scourge, our bane.

Those treacheries which were sewn into the evolutionary weave,

Anathema to life.

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The Cavalcade

The infantry men pushed on through the hour, This horde of horror, a flock of flies, With lascivious desire to simply devour. The plunge in the pool was a trembling coward, She sank through the mud, she shielded her eyes. But the infantry men pushed on through the hour. Into her sockets, the winged plague-swarm showered Through the cover of cornea, they began to abscise. With lascivious desire to simply devour. With their palpi, her sockets had been scoured, But there was more of the popsy to be colonized. So the infantry men pushed on through the hour, Until they made to the marshal of the tower, And stared in awe of their ample prize With lascivious desire to simply devour. Their war was won, the brain deflowered, And they turned to the stomach, the tool of their demise. So the infantry men pushed on through the hour, With lascivious desire to be simply devoured.

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Help

Have you ever listened To the drip, drip, drip, Of the water pouring, Trickling along its journey From its birth to its death, From head to drain? It is evidence and demontation That there is more, More than the sum Of its mathematical components. Because within the flow rests something, Something not of this world, Incorporeal, unfalsifiable. Entrapped in the sparkling stream, Scattered throughout its dance and tumble Are a billion lies, Lies that are true, when one sees them From another angle. When the water is still, but the person shifts, Ascending, rising though those shimmering stars, The whispers are shouts, the pieces combine Into a picture Into a life.

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Alas! The ivory throne is besieged.

A circlet falls, the autocrat is dead.

Distraught, the peasants cry “They've slain our liege”

The polished palace stained with ichors red.

The clanks of crashing polearms fill the air.

The constable commands his infantry:

“Defend theses walls, deliver their entrails.”

A wave of steel is all that's to be seen.

Da-ding, da-ding! The cathedral bell rings.

Lit arrows rain over the mason’s walls;

Fury and flame is what this present brings.

The enemy laughs as the riff-raff falls.

A soft whimper is heard from all the lands,

Of which a kingdom great no longer stands.

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Christmas Tree

Warm, welcoming.

Erected in glorious fashion was it,

Blanketed with bits, baubles, bobs, and balls

Each brilliant and bright.

Encrusted with

Red, green

Silver and gold.

Like a luminous lighthouse that

Punctured the fog

And pierced the forgotten.

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The hollow is infinite,

Stretching out before me in every direction,

Swallowed in shadow,  

Disguised in darkness,

The dull rumble of

Rusted and rotten machines

Awakening from slumber after aeons untouched.

I thrash, struggle, writhe and jerk,

But no matter my efforts I remain

Shackled to the square slab of stone.

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Silent and static,

The king of kings and guardian of gifts

Towered tremendously,

Tapered and tall.

The top crowned

In gold, adorned with a star

Under watch of the archbishop.

My brood fell in

From cars and planes

To my chambers, to the tree,

And marveled at its majesty.

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A cacophony of clattering,

A symphony of sounds.

Lethargically, the tendrils of steel and plastic

Surface from the sea,

Breaching the inky depths.

Mechanical whirring

Signals their start;

Beset me, the cold clamps,

With aid of knives, scalpels, drills,

And other instruments of correction.

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And the ceremony began,

Ushered to life by

Chants and carols,

The chorus, harmonized from a dozen voices,

From mothers, from fathers

From brothers, from me.

Out of hibernation, It was summoned.

The Charity God.

And to our knees we fell,

Genuflecting, worshiping, kissing It’s feet.

It gave us It’s gifts, we bore It’s boon.

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And the vivisection begins,

Initiated with an incision.

The iron is eager, but the flesh is weak;

A lament, fueled by the lungs, fortifies

The orchestra, my terrible threnody.

Through my wrist go the nails,

Abrocate, bifurcate, calibrate, desiccate,

This is It’s goal, It’s holy pursuit,

To brand my skin, to embowl my skull.

A knife glides across my gums,

Like a bow plays a violin.

Amputated and replaced, are my limbs.

Gouged and swallowed, are my eyes.

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The Occiput

From repose,

With a mind dream-stained,

It wakes, so it seems

To an eye untrained.

The morning, ripe and honeyed,

a lovely, splendid lie.

Simply protocol, followed blindly.

Time unknown, standing by.

Of plastic, its’ skin and smile.

It’s breath, stony and shallow.

Wires, buried deep within.

With blood, its’ veins do not flow.

To intermix and intermingle,

Commands the Godheads

Behind glossy eyes

Read the innumerable threads.

It stares, seeing not,

At the angles and axes.

Computing, concluding,

Immured in a cruel reprise.