Nick Perritt Poems

O where is your glow my ghostly moon
Alone and palely wondering
All joy and mirth drained from your face
And you no longer sing
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There is no sleep for the dead
No life for the living
No joy in breathing
No pain in bleeding.
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The preacher teacher, manic creature,
Spouting and shouting, bleeding and reading,
Infectious hysterical madness off the pages of her starving crazed soul!
Raising high the chocolate cake of mud on the altar of fanatical unintelligence,
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Birds fly in smoke rings
Their marriage wings disperse,
A cage inside a funeral hearse
Holds birth the curse immersed.
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Caught on the cautions career entwines,
Tangled in the trap that fashion baits,
When pride consumes and poisons the mind
I escape, on the wings of dream I race.
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Tormenting you dance
Around the rim of my subconscious
Always out of reach
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Raise your eyes
The sun engulfs the sky
Bury your hearts
The earth returns to dust
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Overwhelming sense of enlightenment
Filling exhausted space with sounds images
Bleeding out minds eye gazing into nothing but
Confusion looks on green with envious rage bursting
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Cease this power trip, this soul plundering.
End material worship of excessive nothings.
I can't see anything, feel anything.
Enough mad tyrant. Enough.
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Flying under water
Swimming in the air
Listening to half light sing
Drowning in your stare.
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