Dear Compunction,, par Lxnnnie Rutledzh

Dear Compunction,

Farts of the ignoramus puff through any uncracked mind—

Settling like a godzillian foot upon tarnished eyes a-blind.

Waving at oxblockheads gumming waivers to their hinds—

Mimicking hardcore hallmark mawks in acidulated times.

Intravenously syphoning squalid travesties from the kind—

While postulating perverse poverty is secretly maligned.

I don’t know what I am doing anymore.

Sincerely,

Serenity

(2014)

A new level of irony has risen from the previously sett… The zombie phoenix has returned. We should feel lucky. Out of all of the places,

In the spirit of dire news he’s holed his old souls! Walking so hard and so long through the coals. But you cannot master fire

When security is lax that’s when you move. They say you can run but you can’t hide— but you know the truth:

If I should let go of my anger, Then I must let go of my passion… My love, My fascination, My all,

I will— believe you to death oh, wondrous one! Till no one is left under the sun.

In a matter of reincarnation and scientific facts, My anima has been automated to trade an eye for an axe. The weary way in which I wallow

I’m gonna ghost ride this experime… straight into a wormhole. I don’t know where it leads and I almost don’t care— (I was raised on hide and seek,

Until then, I can’t believe it’s less than a w… Have a good night; take care. I like the way I dress. Every vampire needs a guardian.

(a place not here nor in dreams) the devil rips up clouds like god rips up souls like people here on earth rip through telephone poles.

Swaying within the context of mad-made slime, Like a pendulum bound to the sky with time.

I came here for cuts. Stale cigarette butts, Leaving the scene With poor man’s luck. Rotten

like an electron ricocheting out of orbit straight ahead— SO STRAIGHT! The horizon before me

Death is not an option like it was when I was young, But that old familiar noose still ties a knot around my tongue… Strangling the letters

Basking in smut Like a shot to the head, Fingernails clean, doused in red Rather you’d wage your war instead Till every last one of your soldie…

My soul is young My soul is old My soul reflects Atomic gold. And over lives