Poetry is a redundant trade.
Freedom of speech is a lost expression.
Little do I have to say.
Silence is my every word in protest.
by CASSA BASSA
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Poetry is a redundant trade.
Freedom of speech is a lost expression.
Little do I have to say.
Silence is my every word in protest.
by CASSA BASSA
© All rights reserved 2024
so the strongman fashioned another straw man
tilted at fabrications of discourse and taboo
pain, meanwhile, yielded to another hurricane
a hierarchy that deigns to explain away my own
i’m forever to be grateful or else don’t you know
they stranded themselves on virtue without a mountain
pontificated o’er the ears and eyes they’d shat upon
that were fatally struck dumb by the gift of tongues
but i’ll sing it from the depths don’t you know
of all i think i know, of all i think i don’t
maybe i’ll live and die like this alone
but i’ll not die on my knees in order to appease
by TONY SINGLE
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Normally remedy
But today
decided eating myself
was more interesting
Melty brain
made the chair, air
surreal
Could feel
my body protesting
till weakening
I don’t meditate
though pretty sure
when I ate
from an empty gut
I was
traveling across
mood shifts
and hunger spikes
striking against
my being
curiously punishing
Skipping lunch
carries much
loosely, groovy
goings
throughout waves
without creative aim
Unfortunately
each trippy
relax
(before painful
relapse)
always stemming
from single source
screaming, “Feed me!”
Eventually
succumb
Don’t want to fall
down stairs
Then while ingesting
first thing (an apple)
I begin to feel dumb
Many others starve
due to evil
I experimented
(couple hours or so)
because I found meditation
unable…
by SPAHR PLOPS
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