Sultry Scenes of a Suicide Strip Club (or, your uncle touched you and no one gives a f**k)A Poem by E.H. MonroeIt lives in miniscule mental places placed reactively in shadowed anarchy I’m a secret blasphemy Paradigms shift endlessly Creating impossible figures of stairways and waves that flow ceaselessly Emphasis inside lunacy lasted beyond recently Into eternity To infinity… and BEYOND possibility all things possible when filled with God Particles Remaining neutral as to not make positrons nervous Pushing molecules to the surface, suffice to say my service is selectively impervious Selectively earnest, Lies created by the inhospitable indigenous inhabitants that serve us Me thinks... I've flown across the universe in verses dispersed in iambic iometry Slumber in the silky way, row through seas of sleeze and flowetry I resolve to repeat all my mistakes and repossess my good riddances I promise to break my promises that bind my powerless prowess I’ll protect rapists and rape without protection I’ll send hell hail via hate mail and freeze the inner sanctum I’ll sink battleships and take trips to where they torture inner children and close deals with sperm and mummifed tears I come and go like bad porno OH NO! smoky O rings Painted with eye lashes and orgasmic quivers with arrows aimed by Amazon demi-w****s I’ve been inside crayon canyons creating waxy wings with Daedalus from the bones of his beloved b*****d He reminds me in stressed syllables that We all grow like gutter flowers in the middle of a f*****g monsoon, bend over, unbreakable, ready for insatiable insertion Enough hocus pocus the feeble minds would poke us, Demented doctors of didactic demonology, Spread seeds of intense imagery and imagine tears of villainy But villains are just heroes in black clothes and long lashes They close the budded rose like virgin suicide notes Expose your low cut soul inhale the puppet show And blow lines of cocosnow and see images of sickly saints within the glow Next on stage are the sages Have your dollars ready and pursue the pretty pages © 2012 E.H. MonroeAuthor's Note
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Added on January 4, 2012Last Updated on January 4, 2012 AuthorE.H. Monroehate your f*****g guts, NJAboutS**t eating fuckbag of the crapocalypse. Dystopian Bard and general word rapist. like me here, and i'll kiss you on the face.. http://www.facebook.com/pages/EH-Monroe/226600554032025 Its here .. more..Writing
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