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Cyun

Cyun

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~ Der Treue Heinrich ~


Bowl haircut with
Askew glasses and an
Awkward bumbling
Bobbing bottom—

Detached

—By studious silent
Superiority and jealousy
Of those athletic boys
Strong young men,

Soldiers

Studying Aganomy
Reluctantly from poverty
Then pruned, squelch
The bitter bloody juices of

Herrenvolk

“Principles of plant selection
To weed out the men
Whom we did not think
We could use for the build

-up”

Moon faced mysticism
ObseSSive poring over
Of Germanic runes
CroSSes, bolts and heads:

“Nonsense”

Concentrating pug nosed
Sour lemon grin and tonic
Rising ranks and trundling
Tanks and fake thanks

6,000,000

Guilty frantic ferment
Violent shaking hands
Tapping telegram of peace
Negotiations – str ip p e d

Power

Second in command
Never fought and
Never thought, now he
Thinks, and poison he

Drinks.

18-Sep-2012 19:50:51 - Last edited on 21-Sep-2012 23:41:23 by Cyun

Cyun

Cyun

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~ Latebricole ~


Tell-tale heart reversed
Wide eyes between boards
Thumping hearts under lumpy walls
Faceless, layered forms, like people
In damp attics
Hidden den
Scurrying
Like vermin
Soft scratches
In the households
Of the safe, where
WoMChildrEn are jostled, huddled in silen—

—Shhh!

Knock, knock…
Pest control
Dressed in uniform
And pellet guns
Mouth stopper filthy palms
The pinky litter is crying
Kill it
Stamp
Stamp
Stamp
Clamp
Cramp
It won’t stop,

Concentration
Camp.

18-Sep-2012 19:51:01 - Last edited on 25-Sep-2012 17:12:39 by Cyun

Cyun

Cyun

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~ Candace Newmaker ~


Lie down; there we are, upon here, okay, and curl up, yeah, like a little fetus,
I’m covering you up, okay; you’re a little teensy baby aren't you?
Now, imagine what it felt like, imagine what it was like when you were in there,
Inside your mummy’s womb, tight, yeah, warm, hmmm, I’m placing these on you,
Just cushions, like your mummy’s stomach beside you,

These are my friends, pretend they are not here, and they are just going to make it
Feel realistic okay? Now, what do you think you felt when you were in there?

I thought
I was
Going to
Die.

Hmmm, yeah that’s right, I’m so excited, a brand new baby, I’ll name her something
Different this time, I’m going to love her so much, tell her stories, tell her I love her,
Hold her tight, I’ll keep her safe and we’ll be together forever,

Do you
Really
Think
That is
Going to
Work?

Oh, haha, oh yes, oh yes I do Candace, how does that make you feel sweetie?

…
Happy

Good, you should be so pleased, now, if the baby doesn’t want to be born, it dies
It is a wonderful thing when a baby decides to be born, so, are you ready little baby?

Yes

Now push out with your feet, head first, now, I said now, now! Do it, push, if you don’t get out you will die and your mummy will die,

Who’s
Sitting
On me?

I-I I can’t
Do it
Please!

Sometimes it takes eighteen hours to be born, babies scream a lot, hm, come on now,

I can’t do it!
I can’t
Breathe
I can’t
Breathe!

Somebody
Is sitting
On my
Head,
It is not
Helping,
It is too
Dark
Quit push-
-ing.

Where am
I supposed
To get out?
Here?
Help!
I can**
Stop it
Serious
I can’t!
I can’t
Breathe!
I’m gonna die

Help me
I can’t do
It,

Help

I’m gonna
Die,

Okay
I’m gonna die
Now

I want to
Die

18-Sep-2012 19:51:11 - Last edited on 29-Sep-2012 13:49:32 by Cyun

Cyun

Cyun

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~ Narcissus Woolf ~


Rhapsodic rapture up the garden path,
scratching pine needles peeling pinky skin plump and passionate
from high cheek bones, wavy golden locks, and still lochs
in the distance, frozen clammy mirror, rippling resonance of the
echoing tree-line, with a fat red moon sliding in the shadowed canopy
warped in the murky depths of pond life, I see myself.
reeds twinkling with dewy wet baubles, trickling onto my knees caked in mud
like a classical painting, watercolour, I see my eyes, my nose,
and my mouth, curved strawberry in a creamy visage, how wonderful,
look at my words,
look at the letters littered on my little flushed tongue,
tiptoeing, trembling in the cold of the dusk. My nose dips in,
I feel lapping of liquid glass, and I shiver
I describe the smell of air and some leaks in my nasal cave,
as if high tide high time now, I fixate and I gather weight,
tipping flowerbed stones into my overcoat pocket, I've always been waif.
I plunge my mouth in, I gargle libretti,
bones whacking the sides of my deadened flesh,
my lungs agape, ready…

I let it in, the water words whorls inwards; I consume the language of the mirror,
the ersatz eradication of my mind, I fall into utterances of vanity, and into a void of verses.

18-Sep-2012 19:51:40 - Last edited on 11-Oct-2012 17:28:16 by Cyun

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