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Pig Me | Top
By Kerry McCullough
I find myself, the meat
Within an existential shell of lies
My sphere withdrawing
From further winds, portraying the truth
But in truth, untrue and unknowing
A world within worlds
Ever changing
Ever confusing
Always contradictory
When and will the earth crack in half
And share its mysteries of mind-blowing proportion?
And at the final days
When one, many, or all of us
Must shed our misconceptions
And relieve the stubbornness
Which of us will keep the faith?
In Bloom | Top
By Kerry McCullough
Little Tommy Littlefield
Who hides behind a cyan shield
Clings to fleshy walls inside
The symbol of his mother's pride
Longer, longer, as it seems
On and on, the oil steams
"Is it over, is it done"
"Have I finally gained a son?"
Rambling on the father goes
Pacing through the lobby rows
Through the double doors we see
That underneath the canope
Tommy surely did conciede
Through the struggle he was freed
And as he slowly gained his sight
Tommy saw the silver light
Poetic As Thee | Top
By Kerry McCullough
I turn the dial, fetch my log
Feed the kittens, feed the dog
Cast the work upon my chair
Deep inhale the morning air
Read the words I once had laid
Now awake, my silence paid
Off I go, Off I hike
O'er the hill, past the dike
On my way to knowledge hall
Ever long, ever tall
Find a place, a poem place
A smile breaks across my face
Is it true? I read of you?
Can I share my story too?
A Poem Place I found for me
I wish to be poetic as thee
Wince At The Moon | Top
By Kerry McCullough
Deeper into the corner I crawl
Harder and harder, the rain seems to fall
Never again, I think I shall see
The sparkling child that I used to be
My bruises have healed, but my vengeance is green
In two weeks, and four days, I'll be only sixteen
Not A Cloud In Sight | Top
By Kerry McCullough
Deep beneath my taught burned skin
I reek of evil, wretched sin
Beating is the morning sun
That knows the wicked truth within
I'd thoughts of love, I'd thoughts of pride
Now only thoughts of suicide
Burning is the rising sun
That nows the secrets that I hide
Not a cloud that I can see
This star exposed your fantasy
Beating is the evening sun
That knows of harsh reality
Found a new soul to begin?
Wet your lips and dig on in
Beating is the setting sun
'Til another woeful day's begun
The Mechanical Bird | Top
By Kerry McCullough
In darkness, loud
death merely hides
Behind fluffy white clouds
And bright blue skies
Trapped beneath the sands of my homeland
Waiting for disease to set in for the night
Conjuring dirty words
To scare the creators of this strange facade
From entering my hobbit hole
Cold, tranquil, home
I've reached the limits of my vine grabbing radius
Sinking deeper into seemingly endless, five mile eternity
All that I've loast and feared
Drains into whats left of this ill fated world
As angels carry me upon their bosom
To uncharted lives of kings and gods
Life surely mapped out for me
As happy as fairy tales end
But where, oh where will the black widows sleep?
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