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WD 138 “Twitter”

A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Twitter We flock to you, Songless singers of Quiet thought Sublimated simulations of approximate humanity Who could be considered childish -While cowardly commandos rally chicks to war -While so called heroes crush the fingers of timid mountain climbers -While sudden-death rumors reign across the black pavementContinue reading “WD 138 “Twitter””

WD 77 “Go Back to Sleep”

A verse inscribed in fire and light. Go Back To Sleep Rubbery appendages that were once my arms; bulks rounding down into legless humps of soft slippery matter. I leave a moist trail when I move. Blotches of diseased, evil gray come and go on my surface, as though light is being beamed fromContinue reading “WD 77 “Go Back to Sleep””