Author: Matt

The Gargoyle On The Castle Wall

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Me huzfizz face come loose
screamin’ at the splizer zeeth
Void find me

And…

Where was I?

Cobwebs and water spouts…

They all cobble t’gether
in big grandiloquent hats
talking absaloute balderdash

Void find me

Beer swills and spills
much as the blood that rushes
after sword and iron rule
and then

Seams of unhinged ripish
Screamin’ at the splizer zeeth

And then she comes in with histrionic gush
‘Off with his head!’ she bleats
They all swell as one beast
with blood lust and cheer

I done seen gracke
stone faced grimbal
I shall be ‘ere etnero

It’s the after-party of more blood rush
They drink from my mouth
I scream gurgled poison

Void find me!
Screamin’ at the splizer zeeth
They’re my prisoners now.


This poetry is written for W3

Sunday whirl

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Turnin’ up limb fer limb
Piece by piece
Blood shatters our mission in glass
Vitrified by the kiln in us ‘earts
We walk’t line ‘Tween fire and laughter
Thee only truth
Is the glimmer in us eyes
That thee mined af’er
Our porcelain faces crack
In a furnace o’ fists
That’s t’ smack o’ it
No turnin’ back from’t rubble o’ it
It’s true, we’re burnin’ t’ world at both ends
It’d be a crime if we knew any different

Sunflower night

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Sunflowers push through whack-a-mole ‘oles
In’t night sky
Golden flowered stars blurred by eyes
An airscape t’ feast time
Puffs o’ cloud scryin’ t’morrows sunrise
Droopin’ petals.                                     rainin’ golden blossom.

Inspired by prompt

Also inspired by Van Gogh paintings, where I mixed up ideas from two of his paintings in my head to write this.

Maybe you can guess which ones?

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There is a sadness
No orchestra to fade
In the marrow of my bones
No melody for tears
the world and its antics
Marred the eyes that roll – marbled down the drain

There is unquenchable anger
Caged behind ribs
Though we know with collective sigh
That forgiveness doesn’t meet knuckled shame
And we were fringe, in lions mane
Accumulating rage

Even paper tigers sliced us
Our fragility holds no thrill
Apex predators? Questionable
And to think we’re most vulnerable
Within our exoskeletons
Rushing from z to a

And what of the badger
Flattened
The world might just slink away, indifferent
in the spin of tyres