poetry

Tempers-tremor-torn-and-tabled,

earnest angst-of-apt-and-able,

catch-caught-by-cats-in-cradle,

fantasies-fire-but-failing-fable,

endless-ears-your-end-enable.

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– achrilock

Just because it wears a dress

does not imply-its-heart-is best,

and soothe-shine-so feminine light

may not without some-darkest-spite.

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– achrilock

In sun, sadness-sorrow-sight unseen,

every ill-little-more-than-lark to-thee,

but ponder-yet-punchline sown-to-seem,

ere-eternity-entered-except thee as me.

Soul-soothing-salve grant-gods-to-grieve,

but-barely-blink and gone-for-good are we.

So-stop-shitting the fucking bed, oh please.

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– achrilock

Each-engorged untruths, wielding-woe knife,

sowed-siring-shares coming seraphic-strife.

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– achrilock

Ohhhh…

September, September,

such-time-soothes remembered,

what-a-wondrous reasoned-response.

Covid-cases rising, schoolchildren dying,

coups keep trying, and news keeps lying

to posture-pious neoliberal renaissance.

What monied-member chill December

would-want-not-waste in vying

for a go bag and-a passport

and-a pocket full of drugs

gone-greener pastures

or just get crunk off

that cheapest of

spirits-such

that bad

tv is

ok.

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– achrilock

The-two sisters,

Purity and Ignorance,

murdered the Left.

Hunting the Left,

and bedrock-bereft,

sow-the-Center died.

And the Earth itself,

now-no more herself,

will timely kill the Right.

And none sung-this-stack,

matters-much in the cracks,

where there is no light.

Not much of a poem.

Fuck you all,

die weeping,

goodnight.

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– achrilock

One

betrayal,

two betrayals,

three betrayals, four.

Neither-never trust

nor love again

and never

betrayal

more.

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– achrilock

It-is as-not-arrogance,

but we cannot deny

what-we now all

under-stand.

It-is not the desire

for conquest,

but we-will

nor-numbly

conquered,

nor allow

any so.

Hardly-a-hunger

for conflict, but,

peace without

justice-is-just

a prisoner’s

ration.

And hardly-hatred,

but for what-we

have-hated in

ourselves.

It-is okay to be wrong.

Many of we-were

as-you-are now,

before, but you

dare-not-deny

what-weighs

before your

own eyes.

Given-gave time,

hasten-as-hits,

you too will

be part of

the same

storm.

And

we

will

heal

all.

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– achrilock

Fate-of-fated-flags lost-lunging-your-last-loyalties,

brokerages-and-bankers-bargaining-buying-as-bought,

people-punish-precipitously, impudent, crave-conformity,

and merchants-with-misery tinkering-take-your-thoughts.

Earnest-employment-as-empty without union-in-uniformity,

natural-made-never-more-notwithstanding-now-for-naught,

how-hastily-harmoniously-the-holy mislead-in-magnanimity?

And fraternal-so-fear-fashioned-fastened-few-acceptably-fought.

Ask not-what-nimbly-numbed-and-numerous know or dutifully-do,

because-breaking-after-broken-beacon’s-bastion, little-left for you.

Meager-in-majority, logic-thus-languishing, as-ravenous-as-royalty,

for-last-flutter of-vibrance-or-vitality this heinous-hell-shall-haunt.

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– achrilock

If you’d grow tall, lines of insects stand astride,
for small-as-small, among such-walls-skies as wide.
And growth-as-grand-or-gnat-gain-spark-gave in kind,
with upturned-eyes-upon horizons-heart and mind.

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– achrilock