vein oxidized, puce
lyrics of babe, traps pulse and
strangle the newborn
trouble,
the initiate inner systems collide
and crack plasma, a swift and true
hurricane of hurried sinew makes jazz, a flat
lateral view of catastrophe. lingering, a bog
stares new wash into sick septum villages
hurry not, my tribe! it cascades, perceived
coarse and untrue
a cry for help
Calls out!
wash over me in your cold,
dilapidated
gaze, satiated by hate,
lyrics of curses
words burnt on the
coarse untrue, salivate
crumble and cave,
babe of the scarlet new
Run!
future brews concocted
by the desire and death
of the marrow feud
bruised, hazed in violent violet fog,
a cry for help
the words are all wrong.
Crash!
crackle the mind dash, a hope for two untrues, a velvet whip made of wine,
brandy, and song. sing loudly!
Crack!
gush violence! haze and crowd the bog. boar
that shocks and caves, thrusts his tusks
deep! sinew askew!
Crimson cosmic
in the living room pool
About the Creator
Trent Odlin
After getting diagnosed with a rare autoimmune disease at the age of fifteen, forcing me out of school and uprooting my life, I spent the majority of the next five years in bed. There, I found writing, and my own style of surreal poetry.
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