Threesome by Darryl Price

You made a fist, instead of a hand. Sent mortal missiles. Instead of a Cool cup. So many missed the meaning. They couldn’t relate their own heads, hearts Or feet to the perfection you asked For.You took everything,but called us Thieves. There was no other way to die Except badly and by your side. Now I’ve returned with poems to quench them.

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Unintended by Darryl Price

The wash of something blue into the red of something momentarily melting and beautiful but not for long. The promise of a living blackness to come. Black that will darken every doorstep, conceal but not restrict every attempt at dancing. The movement of all living things rushing together towards another chance to see another day through to its flashpoint. Forgotten starfish crawling into each other’s history,making starfish history keep with the times, with its arms, or are they all legs?But not alone. Never alone.No. All things continue to consume the universe and the universe continues to regenerate itself through the daily cannIbalism like a coat of many colors turned insideout. You can easily wear it either way and it becomes the season you are in.Consequences happen so fast that your reaction time seems like a joke in comparison. You might die tonight. The notices will all have mouths of their own, teeth stuck in your dreams.

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I Took My Blind Spot by Darryl Price

Out for riding and Oh she did jump the Overgrown hedges So beautifully Such that the little Purple flowers thrilled Themselves several Shades deeper in the Quickness of her flight.

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Another World by Darryl Price

wants war with another world. You are not like us. Don’t say you hunger in the same way. We have God’s word that you must be destroyed in order to ensure our own safety. God would not lie. God does not lie. There can be only one true world, but not if you are in it with us.There is no room for the unbeliever. There’s only the faithful willing to die, to kill,to sacrifice even their children to earn God’s forgiveness. But I tell you snakes hidden inside these poor men’s minds you are wrong and you have always been wrong to assume God wants anything to do with you now. There are worlds on each and every surface you touch. Inside every shaft of sunlight. You don’t have to believe me. Your hearts are constantly telling you this message. You must listen before it is too late to seek life.

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broken shells by Darryl Price

They do not come to life to live for a purpose. They often can be seen slowly carrying around their little sunken empty heads like practically torn in half purses full of pretend money. No amount of cash now is ever going to stop them from being stepped on by the big disposal’s iron toes. They are not completely blind. This is the sad act. Things have long ago run out of their ears and into the out of print bins. They aren’t even dead yet. They just are missing something, something like a wall, or a hip, but what is it? What’s that name? There’s a word for it.. They’ll never be done up pretty all the way again or refurbished and thrown back out to sea. No one will want to move in upstairs again. It’s best to leave the whole thing over to some friendly fishy ghosts. Who knows they may end up playing cards for a century or two. Give the place some semblance of a huge wave having been through there once upon a time.

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Crowd by Darryl Price

You can’t get out of it, but you can feel out. They can kick you out, but you can rejoin by refusing to leave in the first place.You know if you’re a part of something or not. The problem is this choice thing that asks you questions even when you’ve already arrived at the answer’s doorstep. Oh they can be cruel if you preen yourself differently. They take that as an instant insult. You are not playing mirror. No one wants to see the back of your skull. They watch you for signs. All’s well as long as you remember when to pull your assigned puppet string.

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To the Core by Darryl Price

Of the core we go because the core has been compromised. We’ll go deeper trusting in things turning inside out in the end because there is no place where a new center cannot be found. Plus we carry the ultimate tuner with us at all times. You could say it is us but of course that implies that there is no where to run,no where to hide. Let it. The implication that we are our own maps makes sense. As much as finding life in a frozen chunk of black sea. As much as finding that the universe contains another universe. It’s all true. The problem is the way they believe in things as the only way things can breathe.

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