roles reversed, crumbling in dust enough to cave in the lungs of titans. don't force me to breathe anyway, it's pointless in the grand scheme of cigar marketing. all for standing outside and watching the rays of sun stretch their limbs and lie down for the evening but the true beauty comes when all the pawn shops facing east are religiously nocturnal.
a hopper of trains, we can be out of here, we can be slugs happily avoiding the minefield of saltshakers set up to watch us perish. a tale as old as grandfather's medals, tears stinging eyes, hometown roaches feasting on nuclear Thanksgiving; part the lips and caught the tongue trembling common knowledge. that the boxing gloves hooked on the wall have touched their fair share of tender cheeks and retiring will only cause the maroon to solidify.
nap away the wrongdoings of foreign-feeling nausea. spin the story like a top on the evening reporter's desk laden with load-bearing ash-pokes the size of his ideals surrendering to keyboard gestures of love and floundering reputation.
you’ll drink straight from the
jug. wipe your mouth with
your forearm. you’ll dance
past dizziness. let the nausea
carry you to bed. you’ll laugh
and laugh until your cheeks pinch.
~K.T.
ON THE BRINK
Standing on the brink
A humble grail in hand
Contemplating that clink
According to thy command
Boisterous play, or high jinks
As the mist begins to clear
I await in the morning chill
The Passover of my fear
Oh! Silently, in the still
Whether far or near
©Johnny J P Lee
19 September 2024
A Gogyoshiren Poem (10)
Photos Credit J. P. Lee
(Man on a cliff, unknown source)
I'm pretty sure it's like that when I send screens/talk about story/lore to my friends xd
Bleebus Blorbus the Flesh-Rending Giraffe is a metaphor for childhood neglect and toxic relationships, which is very fitting how its E.G.O. Skin-Eater went to Tom Sawyer. Skin-Eater Tom Sawyer synergizes really well with Ten-o-Clock Flash Mob Office Fixer Tom Identity for Bleed and Rupture damage and may also give her ties to The Hat Man in her upcoming Canto.
L. V., i found this poem when you let me walk around your mind
That would be UNPRECEDENTED! You? Writing a thing? Never happened before.
What if I wrote a thing...?👀
“Wonderful” is how I’d like to respond
When someone asks about my day
But lately I've found there's nothing around
That appeals to my sense of play
I need something new to believe in
And I suppose it must be myself
There's nothing else to be done
And little more to say
But I've got to get out of the hole somehow
And I'm doing it starting today
I low-key (heh) want fractal-sherif
We need more cutesy horrors
silly oc doodle sticker ideas
writhing, decaying in endless cycles