words flit
in pieces through
the hollows
of my soul
stealing shiny bits
to build a nest
in the curve of
a floating rib
to sleep
to dream
burrowed deeply
into this
abstinence of light
etched into
moribund marrow
lost in
sullen recirculation
misformed cells
in cancerous disarray
arterial plaque
in semi-poetic disdain
a systolic release
each shard of broken verse
burrowed deep
releasing a heady cocktail
of numbing coagulant
and dreamlike despair
a tapeworm
ever hungering
until there is nothing left
to be consumed
aborted dreamsmears
clawed deep into the corpse
of creative indifference
Mike's Manic Word Depot 
Hey, this is really good! I didn’t know you write the poetry!
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it seems trendy, so i decided to try. i don’t like it.
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You should just make up stupid quotes and post them. Like this:
I don’t like it. – m. ennenbach
Edgy!
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oh shit. i figure stick with garbage poetry until i make my first million, get the groupies, then transition into meaningless quotes. i have a dream board. it is all laid out.
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Visualize and it will be yours.
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now i am just thinking about you. naked. grrrrowl. you ever consider a career as a failed poet’s groupie? message me.
i am a failed poet’s groupie- r. dixon
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It shall be done.
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