Dylan KD. Poems

Scared to thrash around
what if my therapy should break?
Mortar lifts the brow, simpleton
your temple is your grave.
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As a boy
I witnessed an occurrence.
The sun had just begun to wander
the bluish, forbidden skies.
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Norman A. Normandy
twiddles his thumbs
sitting on the edge of a crater.
His dog disappeared,
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Aboard the Icarus 9,
there are no lights, no sounds outside.
The vacuousness tugs my nerve endings.
The absence of my true love, the Sun,
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I'm a jackass
who was hit by a virus.
Hoping the hurricane won't
bite us.
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The purpose of a hangman's craving
sits to maul the spotted oxen
peroxide cuts in through the sentence
winks at folding solids.
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Loosen the electric vinyl tourniquet
remove the plain arrangements of the spine
create more
unravel your rope to rope in the echidna
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Cradle in seepage flew
away with this interior,
the pious televisionary
tape recorders galore.
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If it attacks you
out from censoring lines
undo the troubled magnets,
erase the streaming Venus,
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Is this a visit from the depths of demise?
A Mars alignment soothes me
and folds us in her thighs.
She uses fractured symptoms,
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