Craig Podmore
Unrest Our youth, the six-headed hydra, A beast of such vulgar nature Devouring the supposed freedom We apparently have in high street paraphilias. Do not disturb, please, The populous is fine in Ignoring death manias And homicide crimes Whilst buying overpriced Televisions and lingerie. This bloom of fire shall not suffice. This unrest is uncalled for. We are okay. We are just fine. Scarring the cities, Pissing on the face of authorities, Having a voice although incoherent In the flurries of profanity, The misunderstood rise Due to boredom and broken sociability. Dear, Conservative-totalitarian-decay, Your children, molested in dope, Guns, vice and dismay - However, your gauge to care Is economically unfair. Poverty with lack of empathy, Creating murderers, conceiving survivors For the future of bleak blasphemy. What you don't understand will dominate. What you ignore will be your worst enemy. Yes, this unrest Is abhorrent but We are okay. We are just fine. Molotov It's swallowing man whole. Excreting remains into fires, Digesting cries of insidious rage - Smashed glass in face, Cuts and bruises on the streets And mass Molotov rapes Pervades Motorcades of an uprising Despising the auto-deaths Of a bourgeois menace. It's a shame Their scheduled orgies are going to be cancelled As we'll maim their fucking disdain Of the proletariat reign.All That Bleeds Accepts Disillusioned Comforts Thus snorted grace off the ass of a saint. Blackened eyes under blindfold of sin, human toilet, ammunition sadist with a fist, veto restraint, weeping unto lost wombs, umbilical cord noose, abortion friendly, assassination god send, stendhal bullets of hope sucking, fucking through thick and thin. Deluded manifestations of Mary Magdalene and patron fakes. Heroin corpus and carrion violence, riots amidst all piss ridden city streets. The homeless that feign bleak lives and businessmen married to a syphilis called wealth. Domestic malice, sufferable, meaningless, insatiate phallus of bourgeois - such disdain, profane, such callous cold cunts bugger the lives of those who rummage pits of impoverished atheism. Cut the head off! Cut the head off this weed that bleeds our demise. These ruins of bars, drug dens, churches and courtrooms reek of the smoke of constant fires, the fires that shall perish the future of all man. Headlines The father proclaims That all Christians bleed oil, Especially in their sleep. Last rites are performed In childcare and pregnancy Is a terrorist act. They sell kidneys and livers For produce of status; Disintegrating manias. We all want to make love Like Bonnie and Clyde, All children should take note. CCTV footage of murders during supper. Romance makes a good killing spree According to a poll by test dummies. Please remind one self (And yes, do set your alarm) That you are only mortal -Dead. End. Stop. Deceased. Breathless blue. Ignominious-white-stiffness. Payment of life. Distilled in regret. Pallid time. Stalled in flesh cocoon, dissipating as fast as you once coughed. Spluttered. Advertisement. Celebrity gossip And Breathe - develop inertia And Set your alarm again, again and again. Headlines causing nausea and double vision To make up for the beheadings of the ordinary. Demigod You will learn to love me. Buy guns for gods, Buy knives for wrists, Hide under my skin That erases your own identity. You want more of me, don't you? Give me the head of human, Disperse oneself out of flesh And into something disposable, Cling film your children and sell The guts to the gluttons of wealth. Dead parents in shop windows, Cold and collective you are, Unaware of me, Distracting you from the realms of cancer, Overdrafts and VD. I am your Demigod, A concentration camp of products Viable to invest on transparent lives, Willing to suck the sinew of Your very own cunt of a halo. Let us pray. Craig Podmore is from Manchester, UK. Erbacce Press published his first book, I Am a Gun last year and his second collection entitled The Abattoir Heavens and The Holy Ghost back mid 2010. Most recently, his first full-length poetry collection with NeoPoiesis Press, Love Notes From A Soldier's Diary was released earlier this summer. Also, he has currently self-published his first novella, The Symmetries of Pain and another full length poetry collection entitled The Hell in Me, the Hell in You to be released soon with S A M Publishing. His material has also appeared in Gloom Cupboard, The Plebian Rag, The Scottish Poetry Review, Epic Rites, Ditch, Poetry, Danse Macabre, Calliope Nerve, Horror, Sleaze, Trash, Sein Und Worden, Sex and Murder Magazine, Gutter Eloquence and Fashion for Collapse. Craig is also a photographer and filmmaker.
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