Gord

2023-12-08 05:14 am

The things he knows...
Are alike a hand that speaks in failure:
 Painful flails, an esophagus.
While his mouth speaks toward disarmament, 
and victims speak of the night.

So all hail the king, his rings and his might.
 All the things that he owns,
Including the people as items, options
 and things he derides.

So swing a knife, like a sword.
 All hail the flailing arm for what it's worth, 
Including the people he knows as thoughtforms and cites.

Cayenne pepper, nose.
 A world alight.
  A world, delight.
   A wordly delight.
    A world, a light,
Circles dance in the sky, 
 darkness seen with your eyes.
Alongside carmine, red and feathers:
 prose, things they call wise

Gord

2022-01-05 10:48 pm

Right person, wrong time,
Mother was right,
Life is not a slice pie,
Sweetness inside,
Yet better divided.

Imagination lame,
Deception, I change,
Mirror, terrified gaze.

Do dreams for tomorrow,
Define today?
I wish to wish my dreams away,
Live a simple teal or gray.

Gord

2021-12-22 01:52 am

Mollasses, grasses,
So slowly time passes,
Until masses stand up.

Hunt and hunt and hunt,
Fuck and fuck and fuck.
Until nothing is left,
Eating worms, grubs and bugs.
Sovereign and one language,
But towers are what we love,
Mountains of Earth, plum
Counter-part to flowers,
Darkness, we become.