Roger Pratz Poems

Scarlet
Her name reeks
of love
Her blood is
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The world's at my door
In paper-bag scrubs
Re-wiring my doorbell
To summon baseball crickets
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Truth hurts
Like baby seals
In a buttered frying pan
Banjo land mines
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A spoonfull of gasoline
Is what gets me out
Of my meat maggot bed
All the time I
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This Greasy
Chicken fat slide
Will force me into your manic
Arms
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Nothing ever changes
Because no one ever cares
Blood is soaking through the ceiling
Because of dying worm babies
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There's a hamster in the blender
But he put himself there
My finger's on 'purée'
And I put it there
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Card board cut-out faces
Dangle from rat tail weaved
yarn
Tied to a broken down ice cream truck
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Down the owls bear upon us
With careless thoughts of hunger
How they bring thier demon eggs down to hatch
Within the depths of our rotting stomachs
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Screaming red lights
Caught in a windows glare
People step aside to let it float by
Wooden beras with chainsaw smiles
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