{"id":1976,"date":"2018-10-27T08:28:06","date_gmt":"2018-10-27T12:28:06","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/poeticexorcisms.com\/?p=1976"},"modified":"2018-10-27T08:28:06","modified_gmt":"2018-10-27T12:28:06","slug":"and-so-this-is-300","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/poeticexorcisms.com\/index.php\/2018\/10\/27\/and-so-this-is-300\/","title":{"rendered":"and so this is 300"},"content":{"rendered":"

<\/p>\n

this should be something special
\nbut instead it is composed of
\ntales and trails of
\nwholesale reanimation
\nset in this blissful and fleeting point
\nof an infinite rematch
\nsearching faces
\nand revealing
\nobscenities<\/p>\n

i have a new cigarette machine
\nsmooth and stress-free
\nand finally
\nthe beer has returned to me
\nso once again i am
\ndiscarded and wandering
\namidst the corruption of free will
\nas i
\nbattle a familiar foe
\ncaught in the throes
\nof exaggerated anticipation
\nand i know
\nhow to revive and survive
\nas i devolve and revolve
\naround a warped roulette wheel<\/p>\n

faint lamp light and two monitors
\nlocked and gazing
\ni\u2019ve been here once or twice before
\ni\u2019m struggling to write something new
\nsomething unobstructed by morality
\nand the lack of privacy
\nhow can the future forgive the past<\/p>\n

rolling subconsciously
\nwith eyes glazed like glass
\nwe stare down an elongated and dirty urinal
\nwaiting for the next wave
\nand satan is just a lonely poet
\nfabricating fables that conspire to inspire
\nand undo the present terms of salvation
\nbut oh, how i love his lure
\ndon\u2019t let that flame burn too hot<\/p>\n

i\u2019m a ladies man
\nembraced by the subtlety of a whore
\ni\u2019ve drank a lot of women
\nand fucked a lot of wine
\nlost in\u00a0 fire trances and
\nmusical escapes laced with
\nthe promise of fevered dreams
\nwinded in animated strokes
\nof flesh upon flesh
\nwith four eyes turning into two
\nand two minds melding into one
\nprimitive communication
\nimmaculate consummation<\/p>\n

and yet i am still a revenant
\nconversing with a bearded man
\nwho is a fan of sticks
\nwatching as he squats behind a building
\nwaiting for something big to happen<\/p>\n

red on black with
\nscreams of white
\ni woke up dark
\nand the battle had already begun
\nmother nature set her cruel tone
\nbut i love the grey skies and sullen hues
\nof hearts and minds overgrown<\/p>\n

sitting lonely by the television
\nand rolling death
\ni hear an asylum song for the people
\nas bodies are matched and merged
\nwith the memories of age<\/p>\n

we spend days cruising up silent avenues
\nlittered with fast food
\nand retail madness
\nwatching cars recycled
\ninto uncertain destinations
\nand i wondered
\nhow many of them were criminals
\nhow many of them were lovers
\nand how many of them were lost
\nthe switches were set
\nand the signal was absent
\nas we struggled to remember what was real
\ndistractions and conglomerate animations
\nthreatened what little sanity we had left
\nand then she spoke to me
\ndon\u2019t give up yet<\/p>\n

stop
\nfocus on the sun
\nand the melody of
\na reluctant prophet
\ncomposed in a beautiful disaster
\nof digital and sonic
\nechoing voices
\nbionic<\/p>\n

misplaced colors mapping the shape of souls
\nthere is a new conquest
\na chance to move past the game
\ntowards something better
\nreluctant and reserved
\nthe first time was unaccounted for
\nin hyper lanes of an alcohol mist
\nthere\u2019s still an open candle
\nand an empty pack of cigarettes
\nresting recklessly on the nightstand<\/p>\n

deceased grass with red tin can dreams
\ni\u2019m stranded once again
\nand it\u2019s better to write
\nfree form
\nunobstructed
\nthrough patience may we pacify
\nthis painful and impulsive beast<\/p>\n

and now we come to the end
\nis this 300?
\nit feels monumental yet arbitrary
\nthe text is beginning to rot on my hard drive
\nwhere do i go?
\nin this moment it seems that
\nonly the cats can saves us
\npurring with the beautiful vanity
\nof divine children
\nthese stories always end the same
\nwith the celestial wisdom of a tiny
\nblack and white beast
\nresting in my lap
\nshe is trying to lead me somewhere
\nbeckoning me to some other reality
\nbut
\none text could undo this all<\/p>\n

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