The Rats (here they come) – Promote Yourself


It’s rare for me to like poetry “en mass” as it were, but I liked all of these poems very much. Must be the ratty picture and its mind-alatering effect on me:)

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rats

The rats of potent truth
come at night
to eat my bones
and
learn my secrets
They know
me too well now
and
my flavour is beginning
to sour
They realize
their pursuit has been
a waste of time

There is no new information
in my organs

My heart tastes like
Sangria and buttered toast,
the arteries are clogged
with
plastic love

Being With You

When I’m
with you
I’m not with me
and that is both
the solution
and
the problem

At it’s very
root canal
you are the water in my oil
separate
and connected
combined by
our immune systems
breathing each other
Intertwined, no, interwoven
together like
Man and nature

In Bed

Draw circles
on her belly
with pen

She laughs
at how I
sleep

I am a
hairy furnace
She is
my cold purpose

She can have
most of
the blankets

I just need
her there

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