Carcinoma WideA Poem by Jerusalem CricketUnfiltereds.
strait crazy
saintly mania raving. new age jainist phasers sang they praises like 'hey mr bojangles, go mangle up the angle, shake shake shake the frame & they'll thank you later.' ...sorry not today. I'm feeling under the earthquake weather. wallowing wonder wandered thru the desert following the devil on great endeavors to make it rain feathers that sound like thunder. famous as ever nameless as heaven to say the least I'm slaying beasts that came from me in the first place. this is lovehate. lovehate lovehate. & it's useless. just lemme set the mood. it's stupid brutish beauty mooing truly bluesy marks & bruises infused with martian harmony incarnate, caramelized carnage set to soothing violent music. broke record store cliché faded to frustration feeding a creaturely need for creation & hellish lust for selfdestruction. -nothing special- just an absolute mess who dilute the stress through allusion allegory alliteration hallucination delusion b***h it's a celebration. tell the rest those losers that got left I'm doing my best even though I'm pretty upset with how it's all panning out. oh well I guess. © 2015 Jerusalem CricketAuthor's Note
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Added on April 23, 2015Last Updated on April 23, 2015 AuthorJerusalem CricketCAAboutStuck in the tumbleweed trap on the outskirts of the World's Largest Meth-lab; the Art Gods keep me safe and sane. more..Writing
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