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Words of Douchery

Words of Douchery

A Poem by Dith

I don’t think love is the answer


But I am an animal;


I never said it was a cure all.


Every morning a new world starts


To tear down my old one and the


Search beings to an end.


The morning is my end.


Every morning


Empty dread sits in my stagnant face;


He pulls his fat dick out to end some


Of the answers and ventilation comes


At night. The morning conflicts with everything.


Brassy existence. Fools with answers.


Slap it down on flesh.

© 2010 Dith


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Deadpan slapstick of an a priori "alien" kind (this IS the other world).

"Love" can only resonate if it is the affective component of deliciously nonpareil soul-mind symbiosis. Or principled compassion for the dying. Otherwise, it's a cheap sentimental drug for fearful grinning skulls.

"Douchery" for the phantasmal mummery is straight gospel.

Posted 10 Years Ago



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Dith
Dith

Orlando, FL



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I'm 25. I've been writing (essays, poems) for fourteen years. I like poetry, politics, music, philosophy, photography, deep breathing. Lately I've been writing abstract type poetry where I experime.. more..

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