by Adam Brown
Goatee of
shit
piled on top
of anger
and malice.
Stones
of constant
griping
fit together
with masonry
of engorged
penises.
Putrid
stench
of a long dead
road kill
skunk.
This is what
makes me so
special.
Fornicating whispers
speak to the ears
of truth.
Robotic tendencies
suck the marrow
from spongy brain
bones.
Mortifying
screams
drown out
life.
Fuzzy atoms
squash eons
of displaced
stalagmites
inside the mind.
Pouring milk
of decadence
on bodies
to wash it
all away.
Spiking the
Punchbowl
Leads to Nausea
Of the medulla
Oblongata
Ripping
Paper
Sounds just
Like the memories
I hide behind
Differential
Equations
Suck the life
From my narrow
Mind
And all the while,
I am asking,
Are platypuses
Real?
Discombobulated Neurons
Fanatical,Farcical,
Squeeze
The nectar
Of paleontology
Into the decayed mouth
Of yet another corpse
Covered in rags.
The Ganges
fills with the blood
of Gods at the feet
of the altar
hidden behind
the moose lodge
that your father
attends on a regular basis.
I had a
dream
about
Magical
Spellcaster
Magazine
editors
They offered
a free stage
for poets
to speak
their voices
Human
eating worms
were unleashed
on the poems
The poor poets
tried to defend
themselves but
Were overcome
by the monstrous,
carnivorous
spools
of tainted
slime.
Adam Levon Brown is a poet and student residing in Eugene, Oregon. He enjoys the outdoors, playing with cats, and meeting new people. He has been published in several dozen places including Burningword Literary Journal and Yellow Chair Review. He can be contacted via his blog at www.AdamLevonBrown.org