Saturday, April 26, 2014

poem || Lawrence Upton


dark flames the conduit
a gun apprehended by now
some characters reappear
memory haunt

a bit of online love eight-legged
a knife goes straight
missing reconciliation
having fun

the source of accident
and sorrow
a part of itself
learning suffering


writing being fun
I was psychotic between stories
the same haunt

getting patchy
lamentation emerges
suffering filmed
spied upon in literary forms
half dead
missing something
a chorus of it
dying flamboyantly

having the run of the self
turning into the idea of writing
uncontrollably well known in memory
voices checking language inhaling goo
imagined rather

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