RamJet Poetry

the ashes of the undertow disperse

leaving us feeling futile

agnostic reintroduction

to the divine

caring for the lost

we strive to fill the loss

with cherries and hand grenades

I blame you no matter the cost

insouciant male pedigrees

dilapidate our once treasured

stories of peace and pieces

there was a forest

now no more

only scenic noir

fostered by hell’s children

advent the process

of elimination

and strangle my foothold

with your bony fingers

the touch of squirming eels

incarcerate the canon of dust

fall further into the frontier

of nothings and distaste

my Shadow looms above

my soul in someone’s soup

and all of these intangible

paradigms are strewn

on the trees as if

they were Christmas lights

my bucket list is full

of bullshit and lamentation

my heroes have all fallen

to the backchecking of heroin

I’m asking for the chronic

and getting the nostalgic


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