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Old 12-07-2018, 03:13 PM   #1
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A Bloody Phallacy

I awoke. . .

to see my father
adorned in the pleasantries
and unabashed accouterments
of patriarchal piety
and externalized falsehoods
that symbolize
chicken soup for the mentally frail
and
the perpetuation of divisive dispositions.

He stood tall and erect
chest puffed out
in every breath of American glory
with bright sterling geometric intersections
dangling round his head.

Prepared to fully ravish the birthplace of all mankind.
To torture and assault a bleeding, yet bandaged, victim. . .
To caress the walls of reality in search of every pleasure. . .
To dive into a shell of an existence. . . .
With only a brief second thought of getting stuck inside. . .
a brief second thought of having his brandishments get snagged in the snafu. . .
of getting trapped by his earthly delights.

He stood ready and ravenous. . .
stopping for nothing. . .
With the seal of approval from centuries of
Westernized White Minds
to commit fully
to lead head first
into a bleeding void
of false promises
and moist malignancies.

Recognizing at once
while deep to his feet
in the supposed originator
that his comforts were false. . .
that his true source lurked nearby. .
ignored yet present. . .
always. . .
waiting with eternal patience. . . and no expectations.

Fear swelled in him. . .
While he attempted to
savor every feeling
of friction. . .
Fear swelled in him
as he attempted to
blindly hide his
commitment
to false gods.

He recognized his mistakes.
He felt his weaknesses surrounding him whole.
Flawed but full of pleasure. . .

He recognized that he worshipped a false god. .
a secondary creator. . .
a shadow on the wall. . .
a bleeding wound that man will never heal. . .
only a point of entrance from god's true land. . .
an ever-sprouting and ever-shedding tail
that wiggles from the head of a dragon.

The dragon loves eating its tail. . .
But even more. . the tail loves to be eaten.

Subsequently feeling like a mere vibration. .
a remnance. .
an echo. .
fading forwards
fading forwards fast
fading forwards faster and faster
only something secondary
to something else.

A vibration spreading
and flattening forth
from the drum
and a hum
of some bodiless apparition
that may only exist in my head.
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Old 12-08-2018, 07:12 AM   #2
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Re: A Bloody Phallacy

Good stuff, as usual.
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