Formerly Badass Horrible Poetry

This isn't just a poetry blog. Let's be honest, a lot of what I post is poetry but there are more often than not also postings about short stories. I do try to keep this blog separate from my others and post strictly creative work here. Some of it will be better than others, and much of it is in first or second draft stage when posted. These are raw works, and there will be spelling and grammar troubles at times because I use this blog to gauge what works and what doesn't. I use it as a place to get feedback. That's the reason it is "horrible". Because it's not finished-- And why should it be? We all want feedback but most of us are too afraid to put ourselves out there.

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Saturday, September 20, 2014

the paramours you leave burning

burning never
thanked me when she gorged on the less
of all my being. In the 
smoke swirled souls of paperbacks, midst
the aroma of my melting playstation. of 
all bedraggled sacrifices
the 300 count zebra bedsheets that were offered
my childhood, I left to be squeezed in a grip
of devouring hands               
the rafters, timbers and carpet fought as honor-
-able martyrs -- struggling in 
formation to liberate me from the pursuants of
burning's self-immolating army. A decree
of destruction, coming from the fuzz: burn the                
christmas lights and mr. swaggypaws, the jaws VHS, and the wifi modem!                
even the sun suffered
as her daughter lit a fatal
cocktail in the minibar. Corpses of splintered casualties eclipsed
burning's body, longitudonal and 
inflated. light beams engulfed                 
every desklamp, compact, even wardrobe and her foster dresses: every glowing artificial star.
Which of my paramours, that burning could
not cannibalize, survived this pheonix'd death is yet to be seen. 

©2014 Lex Vex

Portions of the poem based around Cassius Dios book 62: 
"Nevertheless, in the midst of sacrifices that were offered in Agrippa's honor in pursuance of a decree, the sun suffered a fatal eclipse and the stars could be seen"

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