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Random Poem:

Dancing on the Bones of Maldoror

I read the book, but not right through
for I had better things to do –
I picked at it & tasted sugared howls.
I felt my sole be documented
And was awful discontented
That another face had borne my scribbled scowls.
I sweated at his diction
at the sticky bloody friction
If he had a lady hole I think I’d fuck it.
Though Ducasse has been digested
Maldoror remains unfestered
And his worded feet will never kick the bucket.
Feet of clay cannot be written
churning prose, like angry kittens
In a basket in my mind which still remains,
Its forged manacles are buckling
as my hungry eyes go suckling
Putting warlike clouds within my clustered brains.
Life is fatal, so I’ve learnt
nothing sparking goes unburnt
But we have to save the cinders of the flames.
They aren’t so gem-like, sadly,
But we can cat-nip in them madly
Til we’re broken up by nature’s bitter rain.
When my body’s good & broken
thoughts will go on being spoken
In the voices of whoever dares to read.
They will not lie still, but dance
and my life will be advanced
I will jig inside your every scratching need.
See while some have sat on Titans
- like a highchair only heightened
I’ve been dancing til my cloven feet are raw.
But my dancing’s elevated
& my rabid sole is sated
- for I’m dancing on the bones of Maldoror.

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