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The mall isnât a place for introspective thinkers, so we sit at home watching reruns of bad TV shows, Â and pretend like our problems donât exist, I want to shed my skin like a cicada, Get away…
This poem is awesome. It’s honest and strong.
“The Half-Life of Nations” by Jeremiah Walton
Beloved America, I see a dark anthem being pledged
Beloved America, I see your Imaginary Now being shattered, thrusted inwards your mind dropping into soup bowl hips, corpses of Past Time bob in the broth
Beloved America, I see your eucharistic alms being burned in heaps of dry grass and diesel ﬂames giggling with joyous drunks of ﬂedgling origins
Beloved America, I see the yellow chastising the whites of your eyes, hungry beast!
Beloved America, I see a wall of ﬁre consuming you
Beloved America, I see your ratthroated dreams squealing in the ﬂames
Beloved America, I see your straightjacket moral concepts kissing our eyelids shut
America, I see you as the Abscess of Civilization
Zit waiting to pop raging red bullet of the ﬂesh waiting to ﬁre
A raving lunatic dog slobbering, warm with God, chasing sheep
You think you will exist past the mountains short walks?
Past the rivers feast when the candles burn low illuminating chicken bones?
Rows of skulls line your Banks, the wax maker dipping his hands in silver-copper-nickel-gold sludge
Molding count downs in Their empty eye sockets, eyes that learned to never hear
That learned to draw the knife and stab at wounded Deer caught in the Bear’s trap
Sight your riﬂe, breath in, steady that aim of yours, beloved America!
Not even the opium merchants can cure your disease
Yours is not only of the ﬂesh, but of the mind
Beloved America, sedate your hunger
The dark anthem is being sung in your streets
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“People” by Jeremiah Walton
There are people I’d like to like
nothing more, nothing less.
“Where I Found God” by Jeremiah Walton
I found God in horizon by the tracks
He was drunk, bottle of whiskey in his hand singing lullabies, gun in his lap.
Grim as Job, he was crying
a Junk-yard ghostie
I heard the prayers he put on vibrate causing earthquakes in his pocket
He gave me a shot
it was warm.
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A departure from tradition; LSD, Moonwalks, and Giggles
“Now and then one enjoys a little moonwalk, some little departure from tradition.” —James Merrill
LSD Giggles was my 2nd chapbook published through Nostrovia! Poetry. It is a collection regarding psychedelics, a “little moonwalk”, but the goal wasn’t to write a “Beat tribute drug collection”. The goal was to share my experiences, and tell the story of a bunch of stupid teenagers high out their mind.
“LSD Giggles is the epitome of trippy, but also mysticism. There is so much philosophy packed in this small collection.” - The Artistic Muse
“Both the subject and disregard for traditional poetics also limit the appeal. Whether taken individually with water or by the handful washed down with liquor, these poems pull the reader along on a challenging journey rather than providing a restful antidote to a tough day.” -Davetopia
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“Cops of America, Fisherman” published at The Vein
“Cops of America, Fisherman”
by Jeremiah Walton, Nostrovia! Poetry
Half-bred baby poems jotted madly in cold winter blue snow blankets wrap
red toes warm for dreamless sleep under crooked stars in perfect alignment
Cars flow along rhythmic stream
Almost no trout
Only trout in river hooked
Mouths chewed snuggle teethed barbs gnaw eternally
What a beautiful day it is!
originally published at The Vein
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