boy/girl plant

boy/girl plant

A Poem by Xylen Roberts

night was radiant trees burnt to afterglow

night sowed seeds of boy girl plant

arose from bed of peacock feathers

        drifting on present milked on past

        sycophant weaved uzht wooly mammoth tapestry

uhzt uhzt discarded skin cells asphyxiated earthworms

gasping for last breaths of timid air

                now reborn in myth of mammoth

                shone in smoke signals surgery sphere

                left behind in red dirtscented memories of mercury tiger wings

      displayed on an apocalyptic teleprompter

shone wet visions of lungfish

kaleidoscopic rushing through kidneys

an afterthought imprinted from aliens

in plaid sunset of long since disappeared Anasazi

         famished vanished frown flipper forms

         so many years ago

         gone like eggshells in night

               crushed eggshells

               hatched embryos dirt

               psychokinetic sun sets them aflame

dinner for ghosts

ghosts no fingers

ghosts many fingers

dancing in dusklight

            shine heard demon cheer off in distance

            was was a wolf cub now

            howling eternal hunger was desire addiction

            and can we break free

            of this mutilated synapse?

            thought for ages upon collapsed sunset

            hoped howlers would dissipate then

            now am collaged in lion pancreas

            enter kidneys enter lung enter brain

fought with a werewolf in mechanized mall

put my organs and tender flesh through grinds

now am mixed with rabbits in belly

now mutant now shards

plucked eyes like guitar chords.

© 2012 Xylen Roberts


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Xylen Roberts
Xylen Roberts

Morgantown, WV



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I am a musician and writer. Writingwise, post-hiccup riding the n****e waves of a dead Sanskrit blanket. Musically I make experimental alternative indie platypus and the duck squirmed out a diamond o.. more..

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