Alex Roth Poems

Madness is a window
Tasting light and fear (THE OUTSIDE)

Scattered seeds
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The branches
Of a tree
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monsters groan hair in wrinkled gnaws…

hell chews hope in gnashed cash…
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piano dolor comes again
the sweet sounds of home and pain
simple and baked
forlorn weasels
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cool brute drum dumb
classical knives high
above weeds buzz
-ed soldiers slip
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Morocco dance through pirates and golden suicide
Drink the cup the golden dream painted lead
Baroque water salted with greed and alchemy
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the blades of the third eye open electric

sleep sits and runs for death
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vomit demons through characters
and weave angels with syllables
remember to wonder through tundras
where blizzards and sand-storms roil
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irrational caves dwell within
circling animals hungry for flesh
to devour and satisfy the hour
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