Pus Poems - Poems about Pus

...Memories of whip-lashing words steeped me deep into a roil of rancid oil my soul a weeping blistered sore my heart a gangrene amputee pus-green-memories rupture to plague me infection still......

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...NO FEAR OF JAMAICAN JAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY MARTH BREA WITCH OR THE MINUIONS PLOTTING TO MURDER ME FOR MY GRANDFATHERS HIGH HEIRARCHY IN ROME OR MY AMERICAN POETRY OR MY VIETNAM POW DISABLED HUSBA......

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...Spring sunshine, idly sparks our souls with freezing glow, Still shy to shine, as winter's callous ghost refus'd to bow. Yet bold like brass, thy brightness beams unto our frosty eyes, Reluctant s......

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...How many heartbreaking wounds, Though it may not be visible on the outside. one day the wound should be opened, Otherwise, the pus all over the body will spread. The “orphanage” is what t......

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...NO MATTER WHAT HAPPENS TO ME 9 HELPLESS PERSONS PERISHED MOST FROM NO AIR SMOKE FILLED THE BUILDINGS OTHER REACHING FIR HELP WHILE THE BLAZE CAUGHT ON THE PANELING PAISLEY DRAPES APRONS HOUSE DRESSES......

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...I threw the dice, wishing for it to land on the vertically, I spoke complaints, hoping people understood it correctly. My words are sharp like a sword, only my weapon in hand, I cannot rest,......

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...Leather Chair My leather chair shakes every time pus-filled spots develop on her back.To cheer Mrs Intimacy up (she wed my old clock last spring. It was quite a good wedding, but it was too......

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...My Abdomen A great amount has been recorded about my 17-year-old abdomen. My pale stomach and intestines talk a great deal and sleep much less. I shut them up and keep them awake by dri......

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...From ISIS to J HORE totally unafraid of the JIHAD domestic threat arriving to end my life over my American poetry accompanying Rasta yago waving a 9MM driving a Tahoe parked next to her ......

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...As hapless vapors of decay, surround us, suffocating the fecund earth. A blanket of suffocating grey, born from the diseased aspirations of humanity. We, the self-appointed masters of a planet in sha......

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... I can churn stomachs, with a stench of truth An abscess filled with maggots, pus profuse As I feed off gunk, new nerve ends take root Raw language in my words, not gross abuse Yes! I am dis......

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...As I ascend the podium, a predator of piquant pontifications, my eyes ravage the assemblage of adversaries, their countenances a canvas of consternation and morbid fascination. The atmosphere is heav......

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...Acnes are craters When sudden it will erupt Of lava or pus.......

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...Beneath the pall of an eldritch moon, the library, a mausoleum of forgotten epochs, loomed ominously. Its silhouette, birth......

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...a carcass is moving out from the white of the eye it is so all-consuming dots form in lines on the absentee spine dry undefined lumps are soft and infusing the bruises and rind and the opal c......

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