Flushed

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    Flushed

    When this Adams apple exhales carbon dioxide molecules
    This anis hole burst at the cracks like extra terrestrial visitations turned abductions
    For anal probing experiments
    I accumulate prose’s at threescore
    Blind sailor navigating treciuos sea currents effortlessly
    Phynixoen blazing scarlet
    Palpating a cardiovascular physic
    That has intermit moments with darkened visions
    To run down it’s lagging
    Ass-dropping antics
    I in crouch to pouch charcoal flicks
    Gasping the vestal oxygen atoms to scorch flows as molten lava giants
    Dancing happily in urban cities
    To the sound of sprawling alerts warning the ant colonies
    This gigantic mutant holds
    The globe
    To illuminate cellar dwelling yarn spun
    To be told
    Colossus God-head Horizon Gropper
    Disposition:
    Metallic hornet with an infrared sting ray
    That disperses King Cobra neurotoxin venom
    To ice all on-walking sleepers
    The comforting nightlights
    Open a curtain concealing dirty recreational habits
    Of lurking corporate lemmings accompanied by penguin suits chasing open holes
    From feminist-role models
    Willing to let the stick occupy the void space
    They slide through the tar pathways
    As soaked soap slipping through your clutches
    Seeking the Fast Speed of Marching Bleached tadpoles
    Leaking from open taps
    I’m the aborted fetes
    That opened a non-existent loop-hole
    To squeeze through the gap
    To leave angelic carbon maintenance medics
    Plummeting to the ground level
    Then Kissed Mother Natures
    Tranquilised body
    To forgive her for her drunken folly
    To walk back into the womb
    I would emerge from nine months later
    So why the urgency to bring me out premature
    Patience is a virtue
    So make virtue to necessity
    As only then will time
    Cease to be another accessory

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    jademelissa74 commented on Flushed

    06-05-2009

    OMG! Taken at face value, I could see how immediately this piece could reach the reader. On another note, it leads to many, many avenues of discussion. The reader could possibly adapt this piece to a lifetime of instances. Wonderfully written! God Bless!

    Phatom

    06/08/2009

    I do see that your interest is so incouraging to listen to your trully are a artist of note...

    acjtb commented on Flushed

    03-10-2009

    i like this very burroughsian keep up the good work

    Phatom

    06/01/2009

    I'm flushed so please don't get me going scarlet...

    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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