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Applelung

by Johnny Crimson

Reaching through
a stomach,
digging around.

Caught by the neighbor
place your jaw on the ground.

Walking around the apartment in the dark
there's a head in my deer lights
and I believe I just spotted the devil.

Squeeze my face
applelung.
Spotted palms
a forking tongue.

Breathe through me.

Separate serenity
Invigorate severity.
Chanting clocks
wth broken eyes.
Missing pieces sprouting lies.

Call to me.

Sally sings of the coming king
hollow bishops selling wings
Fertility

When will it all be cast off as rubbish?

12/12/2009

Posted on 12/12/2009
Copyright © 2024 Johnny Crimson

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by V. Blake on 12/12/09 at 06:45 PM

"Chanting clocks / with broken eyes. / Missing pieces sprouting lies." This whole thing is excellent. I envy your talent.

Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 12/13/09 at 12:02 AM

This has such a great lyrical tone to it. Great stuff.

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