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(all poems ©2004, john rogers)
"Larval beings waiting for a live one.">
“Larval beings waiting for a live one." by john rogers
Bloodworms in the eyes
and wyverns in the mind;
Yeah, everything
was crawling together.
Congealing
like so many maggots
writhing in ecstasy.
I couldn't bear to scream
in light of my horror.
Discombobulation.
Sound moves swiftly vaulting
into the funnel my eyes
have formed from
olfactors and vibrations.
The hot hit or bliss buzz
of a car accelerating
in the not-so-distance
is swallowed by
Visions.
this distortion of Reality
is brought to me,
as i stand waiting
for Mansions
to give way
to dirt.
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"shellhammer rd" by john rogers
headlights of Autumn ranting the maddened
Streets
dancing orange in the Moonlight of
A false jack-o-lantern
and the poor-kids shuffle out of surrounding
Tennements
reeking of Golgotha and nightsoil odor-steeped
Purfume
unrecieved and marveling; Drank away in the
Sewers
of childish selective memory games forgetting
Me,
blinking me out of existence killing me laying me out
Dire and cold like a coma
black and Blue on black and White on grey on grey on
Grey
on
RED.
~
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"a smiling, spiraling, upwards glass uproar" by john rogers
and like a flash flood
out of right field
on
a sunny day overlooking a lonely planet,
i felt heat wash over me,
wet emotions melting into sounds and lights,
pixelating
into millions of tiny pieces
sliding over my skin
--smothered in the rush of orgasm
blistering upon my skin:
you are
a warm spring day in the sun
and i was a child occupying that warm spring day.
you were the day and you were the sun
and you were the cool wind
that flocked to my innocent brown hair) You
Burn
thru my mind like it was paper
and slowly my whole body is swallowed up
in a gulp of creamatory Flame
...you disintegrate me
...everything else familiar
shatters
and only you remain composed;
all i can see is
You
w/that smile like flashbulbs
going off a few inches from my face.
(all poems ©2004, john rogers)