Matt Flumerfelt Poems

Day of wrath,
that horrible day
will turn Earth to ash;
so David and the Sibyl say.
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For days on end Alcides faced
the barren waste without the taste
of food or water, trudging west,
his gaunt cheeks hollow as a ghost.
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The Antichrist is on his way,
so pious crones assert with furtive joy.
The paparazzi got the dope
straight from the Pope.
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The world will still go on
when I am gone;
so let it run
and wake me when it's done.
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I will love you better than
any other lover ever can.
I’ll keep your heart inside a jar
preserved in honey mixed with myrrh.
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Buddha stood up on the rostrum,
a man who overdosed on pork,
to give the lesser monks a sermon
and try to spark enlightenment.
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