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Fragments (standard:poetry, 334 words)
Author: AnonymousAdded: Dec 26 2012Views/Reads: 1315/815Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Drugged Vision of a Segregated Hell.


Cocaine and Morphine 

Xanax and Jack 

I Marshal my Forces 

For One More Attack. 


Shit! Shit! 

Syphilis Whore! 

Take My Rent Money, 

To Buy me Some More. 


“H” Shall be The Host of Gifts... 

That fill Our Lives Always. 

And When we Fill Our Lives 

With Fruitless Toil 

Aggravation; Olive Oil... 

It is But What It Shall Be; 

We shall find ourselves Castaway 

On the Feverish, Fantastic, Fetid, Festering Phantom Shore— 

Where range the Unclean, Undead, and Unheeding 

Albino Unbelievers— 

Mayonnaise-Eaters All. 


Coming Roundabout to the Tale I Tell, 

Consciousness Sucked Down a Psychic Well 

The Strange Land to Which I Fell, 

Done Owns The Cognomen: “Nigger Hell”. 


Crucified Spread-Eagled on a Moldering Wall 

A Piteous Goat-Headed Mayonnaise-Eater Bawls. 

Steel-Eyed Antlered Bull-Dykes Naked Sprawl 

And Masturbate with Ping-Pong Balls. 


The Air is filled with Glowing Bugs, 

Pits are Lined with Corrosive Slugs. 

The Headless Shades of Molested Children Play, 

But come too close, they Run Away. 

One clings tightly to a crud-covered Copper Doll 

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