Poetry criticism thread, I'll start:
"The unpenned reports garnish my bedside,
I eviscerate the books, exposing the naked pulpy flesh
Of the colossus, the immortals
I choose to decay myself in peace
Capsized bowls and the corpses of bottles
I’ll use to pockmark the vibrant veneer
And the kind, the meek will all flee,
And inherit this hellish Earth
“F*** off, get out” I’ll say, vouchsafing,
Sacrosanct solace in this homely chamber
Today I expel my life from my mind"
>>7564566
Crawling in my skin
These wounds they will not heal
Fear is how I fall
Confusing what is real
>>7564566
Work on a true At The Drive-In reunion, Cedric
I wake in the morn and don
My cape n' fedora and descending the
Stairs I walk straight out the door and
Suddenly everybody walk the dinosaur
I point to the moon and you stare at my finger
I speak of this life and you trip on my words
Were you never taught the art of eating crab?
Some say they see Jesus
In squiggles left on a felled tree
Yet he is dead some two thousand years
Have you ever heard Bach?
or just an echo of his shadow
an imitation of an imitation of an imitation
You can only know what you already are
You are what you are and not what you've been
Ghosts are real and you are their maker
>>7564566
If you tried any harder you'd pop a blood vessel
>>7564585
Post-post-modernism/10
I read the news
'With Jews You Lose!'
I couldn't sleep a wink.
Next day I woke.
Hitler was broke.
It really makes you think.
>>7564566
nice dubs OP
-OP
