poetry

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

Not your tormentors, and not your doom,
only a conscience, which but you soothe.

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– achrilock

Cruelty and bravery come easy in youth,

as surely-as-slavery will later prove.

All is festive-false-fake-ferocity,

viral-and-vampiric-velocity,

but it-is itinerant-illusion.

Time-for-time to-be-tested-teaches

in repetition’s results-reality-reaches

with knowledge kindness-kindred-kinetic

energy, ephemeral-antonymous-energetic,

eventual in-hearts-imbued-eternal-intrusion.

Grace-granting as gravitationally-grooved,

actual-action-antithetical-to-acted-animosity,

acquaintances not lasting, limited-are-leeches,

and pretentious-performative-posturing is pathetic.

All hasn’t drained-drawn blood, discard-child’s-delusion,

claws-sharply-carved ‘twixt tearing-maw’s-teeth move,

being-all-besides death itself but another infusion,

malediction makes-age-more ruthless, told-truth.

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– achrilock

It is energy.

Bought-and-borrowed,

hoard, stored, and poured.

Scarcity of the making,

only currency worth taking.

There is a finite amount

around your star,

children.

Love

is in the sharing,

and hatred sparing

no thought for cold.

So, be-as-beauty-bold,

and spend yours sure.

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– achrilock

Chasing the big, bad rabbit

down the hole, down the hole,

not too far, not too far, not too far,

or it will fucking get you.

It will fucking get you.

And drag you to hell.

– achrilock