Spit Forth Guts


blackthoughts on justruminating men's blogOh the venom on these lips
cold fury should you
taste it there.  Drink
deep my gathering gloom
quench your thirst for
my lies and my truths
and my muted thoughts.

Stand still frozen dead
in pools of wonder and
dread for this poison
that seeps into your
pores will not soon
leave the haunted spaces
your frightened places
there will be myriad traces
where it killed the
wonder it found in your
dull and dreary mind.

Choke on toxic thoughts
vomit my musings and
spit forth guts colored
black with doubt and
fear and torment stain
the ground with your
loosened purpose your
pathetic beliefs that
words are always intentions
of the noble and righteous.

20 comments on “Spit Forth Guts”

  1. This is vicious, dark and lovely-I talked to jasper about you by the way I think he’s got his hands full, don’t be afraid to email him again, maybe once the holiday is over

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        1. I meant the poems themselves. I’m just spewing out my brain don’t even know if I like this stuff. Usually I’m more careful and structured. I dunno what the hell


                1. I don’t think it means anything more than the crappy words it’s written with lol. It’s ok, I know when my work sucks, and the snow poem sucks. I think our conversation switched poems lol. I like my guts one. It’s the snow one I do not like


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