Poetry

Cutting your tongue on the words you speak

by PhrAustie

Walking through the values you entered unto the world

Fraught with nought nary a faerie, “Not Fair He!”

These blops of stops concluding a protruding confusing intrusive elusive notion current on the currents in motion on the Bering Sea portion of the Pacific Ocean

Land meets man, meats man & plans stands for days in ways that it’s laid out like gout, stout as a shout

This gory “Glory & hallelujah” in collusion to Illusion; losing to a lost paradise parable parked between antiquated ideas flayed and displayed in an intricate array

The main rage on the stage is parading cascading triumvirate hues

Stoned and amused

Flowing in the muse

Going through my views

Objecting Incoming outgoing out showing unknowing, “into thee!”

Flight patterns and minds scattered

Bright nights and cheap thrills

These fright heights and grey gills sure know the “sure know how’s” and “Us House” blues

I’ve confided and chided in with the fruits of my thoughts which brought a taut lock in what wasn’t meant for keeping closed and “Hoe’d” down

Barking the sharp sheer shrill trill resonating in breaking off the sloughed goo, left stewing and brewing

Beat back the best part of the mourning courtesan, “He.”

I write the plight of a mixed man running with & from his shadow in the dark arts of cow farts and methane, stained in a bloated blind consumeristic feeding frenzy

“Give me my best pain!” It’s insane and asinine

Cloudy judgment abrupt enclosed engrossed & glossed over like a turgid glassy eyed walrus cast ashore/ we’re desperately vying for a coast host whose never spoke or awoke amidst the tundra breeze

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