Quid Pro Quo

Quid pro quo Clarice.  The money is gone up your nose. Pip pop tip-top running rabid sideways on the sidewalks singing kill kill kill the poor along with Biafra. Paint them taking tainted terror and feeding the pretty demons.  Gift the shift of religion to the little lambs you are recounting the sordid legend of political Zelda for.  See the whites of their eyes and frown down upon the frailty.  My finger gun blasts a hole in your understanding as you sit shaking out the burnings we’re too cowardly to give a name to. Ascertain the relevant odd job backlog … Continue reading Quid Pro Quo

cloven hoof dandies

I’d deign to incarcerate with contempt, this attempt to pry your way back in slippery disposition, you serpentarium denizen all in that oily falsetto, hearken us toward winter’s edge bitter ice tastes of arsenic clove smoke, you cloven hoof dandy dancing those jigs of infantile fancy jackhammer subtlety screaming False. Fake news, fake boobs, fake crews fake shoes, knock off blues raping everything that moves yea, we label you, knave. go on home to your emptiness. after all, it is what you most crave. image courtesy of Pinterest   Continue reading cloven hoof dandies

elemental, hollow.

pageant of ministry your misgivings given to sullen star-clad nonchalant Comings and goings Imprint upon us, this living I do not want what you wear as I no longer care to displace, yours or mine, this distaste, take a masque fitted on face,  misplaced here is no longer safe I can no longer call you home. timeworn tellings, erode, peel story lost its’ appeal cold iron piercing will not heal maniacal raving sounds to my ear as though you are leaving. dear one, hold onto your throne as I extract this fire from bone I am alone. always Always, a … Continue reading elemental, hollow.

OPTSotD- Logic (feat. Eminem)

Don’t listen around the kids 😉   Son, you know why you the greatest alive? Why, Dad? Because you came out of my balls, nigga Hahahahaha Fuck rap Bustin’ like an addict with a semi-automatic Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back Hold up, catch a vibe, ain’t no way in hell we leavin’ nobody alive Even suicide, no fuck that Bobby feelin’ villainous, he killin’ this I’m comin’ for your man and his lady and even the baby I’m feelin’ like I’m chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady with rabies Every single rapper in the industry, yeah … Continue reading OPTSotD- Logic (feat. Eminem)

Virility – Mick Hugh

Originally posted on Sudden Denouement Collective:
Virility At night there is a silence gently broken by the moaning of the walls: Vast landscapes and skylines and pink insulation. At daybreak comes the screaming, the kid still in need of weening, a breakfast still in need of eating: toast for the road. Sit at a desk. Sit at a desk. Sit at a desk. Did you know that daffodils grow wild in the woods? Stare long enough while driving and you will see. A cultural project to beautify these streets: Days pass in the blandness of inner eyelids. At night in… Continue reading Virility – Mick Hugh

Sudden Denouement Seeking Submissions for New Writers

Originally posted on Sudden Denouement Collective:
Sudden Denouement started a little over three years ago with a vision of creating a platform for divergent voices. We have grown tremendously and have been gifted with amazing talent from around the world. We are now soliciting submissions for new writers. If you are interested, please send a sample of your work, along with a short bio. We are interested in those who write poetry, short fiction, or any form that lends itself to the format. If interested please send submissions to: suddendenouement@gmail.com ? Continue reading Sudden Denouement Seeking Submissions for New Writers

OPTSotD- Peter Murphy

  I find you in the morning After dreams of distant signs You pour yourself over me Like the sun through the blinds You lift me up And get me out Keep me walking But never shout Hold the secret close I hear you say You know the way It twists and turns Changing color Spinning yarns You know the way It leaves you dry It cuts you up And takes you high You know the way It’s painted gold Is it honey Is it cold You know the way It throws about It takes you in And spits you … Continue reading OPTSotD- Peter Murphy