Five Poems

Kyle Boylan
3/26/10
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Poem 1: The man wanders out into the night of his home, going rouge, all alone, while the devil cries, god sings a lullaby

Poem 2: “Repulsive Ignorance”
The repulsive racists, homophobes, and people who contain overall ignorance, prejudices are ignominious, and cause me anger, annoyance, and sorrow, can’t we follow the right direction.

Poem 3: The bright light is shinning at night, will I be able to fight, possible engulfed in swoon. Or maybe the tears from my exuberance shall overcome my strive and shed for Dionysus. Shall I die?

Poem 4: “Defense”
She lived away her simple days, the dog in the cage whining today, he then collapsed as she smiled and played. Down the hill she sledded unfazed, I stayed stuck in her mental maze, trying to elope but continually delayed…….. it’s arrived, the following mourning, this time she’s tied to a rope, she can’t escape so instead lets it go, releasing the feces into her pantyhose. Her elders take a bat to her face, bleeding she cries, her parents speak, you dirty fucken cunt! You soiled yourself! ...... So many days and nights subside, getting by abused for spontaneity is seeping out of her fame. She’s not tame, can her mother and or father be the ones to blame, it’s a shame she’s assaulted everyday…. She awakes, on a Sunday, the evening sky has not yet died, her decision is to stand up and support life, so she acquires a sledge hammer and a saw, and goes to the room of her padre and madre, and quickly shatters their ankles arms, next the saw is made use of with decapitation and amputating limbs… no more torture shall ride this girl.

Poem 5: Bring forth the child, put him in his proper place the King announced….. don’t forget the camels eye is dripping wet, the blood from the second floor, pummeling to the ground. This waste land is vast and radiant, death has bloomed in this house of birth, Live through the curse, you’ll be the first, you must survive for existence to strive