Poetry Is Me-Olde Punk/RamJet Poetry

RamJet Poetry

PoetryMe

Aurora, bore me Alice

fled from my responsibilities

with a stolen smile

and a London overcoat

sickly sweet surrenders and citron martinis

just another Armageddon Wednesday

gaunt debutante sambas

your salsa burns baby

where I go

will you follow

me to show

me all I

can never know?

grandfather of no one

miasma of that great era

it tears at tears and fears

forests of folly fending famished

fiends of fire

hydrochloric acid words

educate my body in your ways

I am feeble and scrambled

like a short wave under water

running a hustle, bustle

slinging my game out on

the chained gang

I am so very upset about the abuse

candy corn and pop rocks

I come to at Halloween

with a headstone heartbeat

and a casket soft chin

corner the coroner in the culling

coming constantly close to craving

choices of clementine cremation

I understood, standing under

the…

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