The ACt

The ACt

The Act.

Fluid me ninety million times exploding
Invasion of connected tissues and plastic
Shiver tight this organic panic
Filter out the hues until daylight bleeds rhetoric
Split sideways into a heretic
Scant arguing in the flesh

Silhouette of my twisted nihilism
Ghosts melt crayons in the symbolism
Eating out the fangs of hate’s most intertwined rope
Tiny hairs murder a silence
Erasing ting and hiss of violence
Signals of pathetic pain in the flesh

Blasphemy and precious fallacy interpreting
Fake slip of the wrist in a binge engine
Alienating the rug and display of sugar wretched
Lay me out on a world infecting
Impressive germ to the reducent injecting
Gross miscalculation in these inches of flesh

It’s a laugh riot this overwhelming ache.

©2004 /2011 Christopher E. Vaughn


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