Daily Archives: January 11, 2019

Pravda, poems by Rus Khomutoff

the curly mind linguistically innovative poetry - weird & risky

Undertow

Annhialating the real
venus impossible fathom lines of
a mystery front
in a forever empty vein
satan tango anthropic wildfire
correct wing answer addiction
instamatic endlessness
transformative astonishments
dominion fragments that proclaim a rupture
spitfire ragged edge
children of the decadent pause
on a scatterbrain pedestal nevertheless
a dreamflesh narrative hyperloop

“The walls screamed poetry disease & sex an inner
whine like a mad machine” Jim Morrison from Wilderness

The day of the materialized fantasy
entangled by the world
mysticurious mindwebs
of utopia transcendence
armour testament
chasm omnibus flare
supreme splendour serenade
live over everything
my serum addiction
the 1st electric wildness
systematic horizons of
cardinal amusements

Explanations begin with a river
between the material world and
the world of feelings
love made of sky
disobeying pagodas lingering on the presipice
rites and mysteries
of the artful pause
corralling a lifetime of upholds
blessings strongest wind in
ebony stillness

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Bent, by Kevin Byrne

the curly mind linguistically innovative poetry - weird & risky

bent, twisted
as a ravaged corpse
…………………………………..the wolves teeth, the pack
Dripping with blood
…………………………………..and nourishment.
ten below and falling
…………………………………..the sun lashes the horizon
as it rises
…………………ten below and falling the sun no impact
…………………on the winter blizzard approaching…
…………………and yet
man sets his traps
……………………………….the first cutting flakes in his face
back to cabin and fire
…………………………………….raw meat hanging from the rafters
alone,
but not lonely,
must make it back, yes he thinks
must make it back, time, enough time, blizzard time.
The walk through the snow,
It grows deeper, something glows,
The setting sun set off a shining object
………………..the snow is gathering
………………..force ten the wind,
………………..the blizzard in his back,
the glistening object
pales as the sun
does not rampage the horizon,
deep red, blood red the sky,
…………………………………the object at his…

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