only if you want [Bonus Poem, September 22, 2010]
angels cut
off part
of your foot
kiss your cheek and ask
if you still want to
they aren't convinced
god is the boogie woogie
bugle boy of company
b and the angels point
bayonets dance
for their pleasure
if you still want to
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Wednesday, September 22, 2010
only if you want [Bonus Poem, September 22, 2010]
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Angels and holy ghosts,
angels come to torment you,
Bonus poem,
email found poem,
Khakjaan Wessington,
September 22 2010
Friday, September 17, 2010
Pandemonium Rising [CombatWords, September 4, 2010]
Pandemonium Rising [CombatWords, September 4, 2010]
http://combatwords.blogspot.com/2010/09/combatwords-september-3-2010-delusion.html
Each time a devil obtains its own pitchfork
An angel is learning to die.
Now populations of seraphim plummet
While newer and stronger gods rise.
No evil germinates without a fertile
Black soil, so the roots might unfurl
Out from the inky and smothering blackness—
From mineral, up to the top.
Rage grasps their hope. Pandemonium rises:
Huge. Modern and filled with the hope
That lives in avarice, laughter and throttles—
Yes, murder and paranoid hate.
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http://combatwords.blogspot.com/2010/09/combatwords-september-3-2010-delusion.html
Each time a devil obtains its own pitchfork
An angel is learning to die.
Now populations of seraphim plummet
While newer and stronger gods rise.
No evil germinates without a fertile
Black soil, so the roots might unfurl
Out from the inky and smothering blackness—
From mineral, up to the top.
Rage grasps their hope. Pandemonium rises:
Huge. Modern and filled with the hope
That lives in avarice, laughter and throttles—
Yes, murder and paranoid hate.
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Khakjaan Wessington,
Pandemonium,
September 17 2010,
September 4 2010
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