Ethan Moyer Poems

We’re dressed in our best,
And we’re ready
For the show.
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I want to see beauty.
I want to see the ethereal bindings.
I want to see the transcendental star murderers.
I want to see peace and war in the badlands.
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And the bed-time hero,
Returns back to his mire.
Dear Abbey,
The children are all dead.
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Born to wander
Born to suffocate
Born to be tortured
Born to be born
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Tranquility and
Sincerity.
On the
Blue Train,
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Adorned, scorned, forlorn,
Re-borned,
Magistrate her autumn legion,
And I will leave you.
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Temptation, Inebriation,
Camped natural lamps,
Shaman chants,
Rants of the grand
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Satyr witch-men in
Mean meditation;
Soft medication,
Invocations and inbred
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Brittle birds fluttering madly,
In the warm seasons of
Pneumatic women in
Great golden Greek orgies,
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Wolves and doves
Wilting violently;
Crucifying nightmares
In the trees of the forest.
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