toothless but chewing anyway

Olde Punk

RamJet Poetry


antiquity of the river stone

laid the path for moon dog

and his fur abalone

shone deep for the morlocks

a line is formed

the lion pales

in the grove of the Gemini

too many monsters for the culling

a cut above

a cut to sow

find the grains of sand

in time to forget

Laylat al-Qadr and the first verses

ne’er do well

holds a basket of heads

taken in times of caligosus

ten for ten means nine in hand

fingers curl to the leeching

trickery another way

to pay for it

single minded in form

inimical amnesia bought

cast out the yesterdays

Whom possesses the largest eraser?

and it goes like this, it’s poignant and dangerous. felt it fled(spread?) to the dark side of the moon so I called her dog back to the barn and hay had spilled out in golden treasure by the lake that has…

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Author: Kindra M. Austin

Author of fiction, poetry, and very sweary social commentary. Editor and writer for Sudden Denouement, Whisper and the Roar, and Blood Into Ink. Founder of One for Sorrow. Founding member of Indie Blu(e).

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