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RATWHOLE...

Submitted by Esker on Tue, 2014-05-27 21:08

patrons of kisses
christened in lapels
and perfumed pits
on knees dwelt
in din lit coffin wells

"whore" in marker on
the floor
and squashed match jackets
and chemical killed roaches
legs splayed
like shadows grimace
stuccoed hewn walls
where darkness fills
empty fists and blade thrusts

where heaven is a light bulb
speckled with a universe
of gutteral howls
hilted carboned hard ons and gleaming
manifestations of hollowpoint
prayers

shells of a home
ejected from a taxrote
empty of lives
filled with those just
alive
shell
case
emmitance
stirring in
feral symphony
the orchestras
strewn
piss dust mold
and adrenalin
into wood
into plaster
in ghosts
raring away
vampire hours
when the sun flees
and the stars play
a thousand points
of light exhulted high
the dazzleship helicopter
eye blazing beacon
throwin dead ringer
spotlights on every
corner jesus
and mary
leaning on a lexus
trying to get some
extras
shouldering the
burden on a burning
world

and theres no explaining
no word to the world
that slips beneath the
surface
skin
the hunger pain that
rages
quelched
with the poison
of sweet sins

Editing stage: 
Editing - rough draft

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Esker

Tue, 2014-05-27 21:42

Esker's picture

the to would be an inclusion to the inclusive
reverb of the previous repetition

i love tom waits and robby roberstons singing
my lesser muses of female joy are unknowns
but haunted....well followed

and the gospel capitalizations of the air waves
of the fm hours of a highway long since bypassed
when engines went from flat head (for torque) to
the interceptor raptor runners....i still hear in my
head.....reworking these poems
its like another world....but a worthy one..
..

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Eduardo Cruz

Tue, 2014-05-27 22:23

Eduardo Cruz's picture

People change, the time moves on and yet when you look beneath it all it's still the same. it's the old line "a rose by any other name is still a rose..."

Nothing is better than a sin that gives pleasure, in what ever degree of pleasure we need to feel as long as it is not detrimental.
A very good write with great imagery, I like how you took the second part and made it like a list that causes one to follow the next in perfect coherent sequence.
I like the dark feeling of this, but with the slightest glimmer of hope.
Bravo!
Eddie

LIFE ISN'T ABOUT WAITING FOR THE STORM TO PASS
IT'S ABOUT LEARNING HOW TO DANCE IN THE RAIN.
VIVIAN GREENE

Esker

Wed, 2014-05-28 08:48

Esker's picture

morning dew
misted on deni m
neath plastic cardboard
shelter
the tap leak in the single room
the robins voice
and crows cry
for the worm the crumb

we are all wired the same
be it what may
detrius and dreams
the sparkle
hovers
shinning
in rain liquid mirages
in smile of strangers
belief and believing
live and living

thank you

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