I perch in
never ending constantine
for brummagem
attention seeker
at the edge of
lupine bank
taking shape of
talamak in stance
with bear's claw
waiting for salmon
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Monday, November 28, 2011
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
Slaughter
bloodied knees from travels on all fours
I've come to realize fucked up flesh
is a blessing in disguise
like a red wattle pig hung from the highest cross
chicken heads praise the sacrifice
while admiring a last glimpse at their own bodies
their final breath is cemented with breasts
as full as quarter moons
overfed stomachs
spines misshapen
dicks too small to properly satisfy
these walls that make
the rolls of fat on the back of a woman's neck
engorged like foie gras ready to be eaten
by the next soul who speaks gibberish like the born deaf
who begs to speak our language but instead left to self
no man's land is thy island
slowly being taken like a doula's hand in water
soothing a new mother
giving birth to a devil child
giving birth to a devil child
for OLN @dVersePoets
©2011 Anthony Desmond Scott. All Rights Reserved.
Monday, November 14, 2011
Transcend
A vague shadow
Creating history
From what left
Yesterday in the present
Now, past and into
Future legacy
A folding precipice of time
Born in body
With harlequin hands
Heart on outside
Eyelids backward
Buckshots for teeth
Still he,
In meditation,
In thought with
Thy genius
Freeing ingenuity
Forgiving the intangible
Manifested from
The birth of slave
To death of lawyer
With well seasoned tongue
coated in bullshit
Like stepping in bull's shit
Unbeknownst to me
The stench of mystery
Takes me
Uses me
Fills me
They say it takes
One to know 0ne
Well it takes one
With common sense
To know none
Just as the antithesis of wealth
May be intelligence
That doesn't mean we aren't rich
A pledge to Heaven's Hollywood
The road is paved with stars
As shallow as a scuttle
Harvesting breadcrumbs
Cash crops for the pocket...
©2011 Anthony Desmond Scott. All Rights Reserved.
for OLN at DversePoets
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
Apocalypse
There's a lot to be said but all of you pay no mind
And let that speak be of the dead
Shut lips partnered with closed-minds
Make thy worst enemy, yet thy sweetest f(r)iend
Castle walls collapse as my people stray from what once was
"The Land of the Free"
Now encapsulated in an ignorant tortoise shell
As the dominant male rises from that
Which burns like hell, the fires,
The storms that result in hail, upon us
Lord forgive us for our sins
For we are dumb fucks
Motherfuckers constantly rape the sap from
Nature's Mother, fuck her, slowly
And let her heal yet scorch her with catheters
Of flowing gasoline
The hospital bills rise, upon us
The hospital bills rise, upon us
Like strangers in the night
The apocalypse will rise
Like strangers in the night
The apocalypse will rise
As a cold black sun in June
The apocalypse will rise
Let us join together as the African Giant Millipede
Draped in all white so my niggas will survive
Like blood diamonds in the river hoping
To end up on a high class(less) ring finger
The apocalypse will rise like tides of fresh milk
From the breast of thee creator trade it for honey
And glaze a thick coating for bad days
Or as my people say "hard times"
The times not mentioned in Times Magazine
But just as the expiration date on
The Black House
That milk will evaporate for money
That milk will evaporate for money
The steam will rise, upon us
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