Gus Schreiber Poems

Do you think that I ever did anything
But bury self loathing in between your legs?
You were my penance and I loved you so dearly
Like a coward who suddenly loves God in the hour of need.
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Over dullness of the banal, dried brown blood
which passes under our echoed pacing footsteps
a dead dog's eyes shine tragic radiance
to eager hearts, blindly stumbling over themselves
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Rage without outlet is the worst
when holding a gun
and seeing too well
the endless trail without brunt,
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A beating heart cannot help
but cause grief to those around it
somehow, somewhere,
and neither does it have the sovereignty
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All my sworn enemies
throw rocks at my fire
and my bitter straw fortress
falls in on a liar
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Getting older, John the Savage
seems less and less romantic,
as I'm forced to forever remind myself
that my mind is an empty forest;
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Those who scoff at petty displays
Of anger and discontent,
And speak of the divine rights to complain,
Crane their necks only upward
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All is of motion
except me
All is of motion
from the flux of seasons
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Erase the mind
destroy the body
now that its useless
in the furious, paranoid patter.
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We are stuck on ten second cycles
like the spinning of the earth
nothing really changes.
Forces change,
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