Sultry Scenes of a Suicide Strip Club (or, your uncle touched you and no one gives a f**k)

Sultry Scenes of a Suicide Strip Club (or, your uncle touched you and no one gives a f**k)

A Poem by E.H. Monroe

It 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. Monroe


Author's Note

E.H. Monroe
Suck ass mutants

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a controlled explosion with much to dissect. You shine your shadow brilliantly.

Posted 12 Years Ago


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Youre back...yeah ok..brilliant..now go away...

Posted 12 Years Ago


See, why would I bother trying when you throw out s**t hot stuff like this? It's ridiculously talented a******s like you and OT that make me just walk away. The beat and rhythm made me turn green with envy, along with those little plays .. damn I hate you.

Posted 12 Years Ago


d****t! I hate the sages....their tits are always so saggy from being full of aged wisdom. smoky O rings. hahahaha!

you're an interesting anomaly.

I like this.

HOWEVER, I would never close any deal with sperm and mummified tears....the market on such commodities is simply too volatile. I prefer frozen orange juice and dirty undies. Steadier....steadier, I say.

Where do you live?

We should have a drink and go out ego-poking on the strip sometime.

Posted 12 Years Ago


chicka chicka mow mow... nice to see you found your grove once again, even if it is a bad porno.. a bad Munroe is still ACES in my book!! Well done!!

Posted 12 Years Ago


Thats Mr. Mutant to you Buddy , Vive roil le toile , I bet Higgs wishes he had a tenth of the money they use to chase his idea ... is there bad porno? is there good porno? and what is the defintion of Porno ? the goin' ons ( and on and on and on ) of our leaders in the Fat Cat clubhouse we abbreviate with D.C. ? damnit you got me thinking again Bard of the slime in rhyme ... and it ain't pretty

Posted 12 Years Ago


Thats my freind back in your face with heartpounding style and grace, the return of the slime slinger, way to go...

Posted 12 Years Ago


So,
the new year

it's workin' for ya then.....



Posted 12 Years Ago


I like this. I missed this. This makes me feel less whole; less normal; less infected.

God particles are
mmm mmm good.

Posted 12 Years Ago


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hahaha this is exactly what we needed this new year - a punch in the face, so cheers for that you nutter - too many brilliant lines of course, gotta love "I’m a secret blasphemy" and "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" - it's also a very clever write, which I'm sure you know... damn you ha - brilliant allusions throughout - all done in true gonzo style - you say it like no other - nice to have you back !

Posted 12 Years Ago



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hate your f*****g guts, NJ



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