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Gutter Slam

gutter slam poetry, discuss… we must entrust the upper crust to rust their silly ways, as the falling debris crumbles into dust from the slow decay, or rot as they say among the more organic circles playing with turtles and whales and bears… fuck it, animals in general lead the army of people who won’t kill themselves for oil, diverted from the attention of nature’s gamble as the creatures Here play games of roulette with life and death where it is said even the odds are not set in stone like those unknown commandments that you may think you know… oh, but to show you the ideas from within this bloody wreck of a head, until i am dead there is no finding the juice loose anywhere else instead of one’s own vivisected legend open on the slab anticipating the knife edge to cut away the tackle-and-bait emptying the chest of its contents as this is revealed… as those so personal ideals are extinguished beyond a simple reconstitution by just adding water, but rowing the boat that won’t stay afloat forever even thought this is what we wish as the journey of living makes some more weary than others swaying and bound to fall overboard into fathomless waters in this dream made up of seamen as the roles we are fit to tailored to serve as a crew as each member keeps the vessel moving along toward the horizon line beyond this life, and the body can have its’ own agenda and will not always care who thinks themselves at the helm or controls of this ship… you can either ship wreck or ship rock and enjoy the ride feeling the waves sway you side to side as you glide like the rest of us, some of the others cruise at speeds too volatile to handle as a general guiding rule for anyone else to apply, but constantly we miss the flowing of substantial progress that scoots glacially under any radar of human perceptions that civilized thought has cursed us to observe as fact too concrete to disturb… the progress is always in our hands to conceive and do more than feel too lazy to achieve anything which makes us feel worse and gets nothing one that could take us to better places than to face off against this rather dastardly alternate reality we live in where others are taken for granted, how does one manage the onslaught of all these tragic images displayed on screens to enrage the public of their own ignorance-charged propaganda whistling as it lies to distract the rest of us on our own to succeed, and yet the disease feeds to stronger only those vicious creatures adapted to murder setting about to hack off all our vital limbs…

Thanks, khet.