Thursday, August 28, 2014


grey matter in black smoke
lungs are no longer bespoke
ultramarine conceals the observer's eye
egg tempera without the yolk

©2014 Anthony Desmond Scott. All Rights Reserved. 

over at d'Verse we're writing Ruba’i and Rubáiyá while focusing on three rules:

- Rhyme-scheme AABA
- All lines approximately the same length
- The last line in the quatrain summarize the other three

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Tuesday, August 12, 2014

Empty Passenger Seats

The roads stretch from
white moon to black sun

over a span of two weeks
everyone starts to look
like paper cutouts
barefoot on the sidewalk

even sadism seems sane
as I watch poets photograph
words as they speak

Searching for anonymity:
the comfort of exposure
in search of unconditional desire;
nudity, like the mind of a sociopath

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Monday, July 28, 2014

State of Humanity

Care to hear the author recite this piece of lyricism?

Pollute you like some trash in the desert sand
Leave you wonderin' what it feel like to be a man
A mystic a leper a lord until you realize you just a human being
playing dozens with dogs and
Get ya head bitten off like a preteen bully
Taughtin' motherfuckers in the prison yards

My conscience clear like Peruvian diamonds
In ice water streams

Genocide in the palm of my hand
I'm livin' the American dream
Israelis digging graves with the dirt under my nails
While Nigerian girls jump the gaps between
My knuckles as I hold the peace sign and ball up my fist
To crush the Boko Haram like the drops on Gaza Strip

Me myself and I as a conglomerate
Providing arms in the war on civilian terrorism
Make the kids swallow bombs with a smile and call it heroism
The aftermath is lying in a bed snakes
As they let me admire their hiss
And spat acid in my face and the only side effects 
Was it hurt when I took a piss
Irrelevant adolescent thoughts of hide n seek
And hatin on what was unique
But no remorse to bubble in this pool
Of nostalgia 

Even face down the water seems bleak

©2014 Anthony Desmond Scott. All Rights Reserved.
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