Writing
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imprisoned by sexless desire purgatory circles/repeated to infinity shadows/machines/metal picking little engineers/always digging deeper chewing wires and tails/we long for release for some kind of escape in a darkened globe of terror/she shines like the sun as sweet as water/as warm as the sands of a secret shore the road is long/mistakes and regrets at… Read more
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Scavenged bones. Lakeside lovers with hands entwined. In a head-on collision, vehicles pass from one phase to the next. Snarling faces a heartbeat away from martyrdom. Ornate patterns carved into restless arms. Crosses and lipstick. Embalming fluids. The truth of our fury, a ballistic bereavement. A first for creation. For pure waters where images know… Read more
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crescent shaped ulcers. besieged by rabid dogs foaming like a waterfall. soaked in acrid tears a pastime of whoring. deplored by critics unseen they sniff and they suck. they tease and they pluck shaven scalp. repetition breeds repulsion from kingdom to crown. a freeway of horrors just waiting to be true black neon god. dead… Read more
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Tiger man with teeth sharpened. She has vines and flowers bursting through ripened flesh. Others lose themselves beneath their softened shells because there’s nothing of interest to see. They escape beauty and replace it with the mundane. No visions. No tenderness. Just a mess of obscure mirrors and tired faces. Photograph your outlines, for that… Read more
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Turn up the volume, and turn down the lights. Several faces where only one should exist. Scattered images of past and present loins. Sunken like breasts, and drowned in winter dismay. Parasitic brain, leaching through a lack of belief. Scars on the back of my hands. Inked words that have no meaning. Drawn symbols faded… Read more
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Emaciated. Lubricated. Death and despair spreading willows from tongue to thigh. All those darlings suffocated so cruelly. Sluts in African plains. Vulture culture so plastic like modern sex. Jailed thoughts and hidden desires. From my mouth to hers. In his shadow, repeated until denial is not an option. Bodies in dust. Limbless limbs and a nebula… Read more
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Mausoleum scapegoats. Sentenced to death, we laugh in the face of sensuality. In the dying embers of a lifelong dance, we explode in the blink of an all seeing eye. In the face of god, we burst into vapour. Black tree. Branches in the snow reaching out through the midst of time. And all that… Read more
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Ancient statues. Burning lanterns. Arrows piercing flesh and bone. Arrows inside the temple of the mind. Golden Pavilions, and luscious gardens of wheat and aged dolls. Porcelain flesh. Guerillas in the midsts of somewhere unseen. Animal instinct. Time ticking out. A car crashes in foreign lands; dust and burning suns screaming as a soul not… Read more
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Convulsing speed freaks. Split straight down the middle. The sky is a glass mosaic. Marbles on the sidewalk. Grass as high as thighs. Deep in the heart of a static problematic. This machinery is a phantom. It’s just a relic of some other time and place. Wiped out without warning. Cut into pieces by rising… Read more
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Illicit. Complicit. A sandcastle of hopes and fears, dissolved as the quarter circle sun spins out of control on the horizon. All the love in the world. All the sex you could ever muster, smeared across your chest. The beating drums of faith, ringing in your pretty little ears. Holes of abstraction. Fit me together,… Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 