Three Poems by Andrew J. Stone

 

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dis

colored hues

          paint

hap(hazard)

veins-to-black

&red seeps

through colossal

white squares

where corpses

hangfromthe

under(side)

of roots

-re-

      born

 

 

Still Life in Addiction

 

fall

intothis

wonderized-land

where

      boys& girls

        become

withered & damned

let

the wandering words

pressintosuppression

&

thehammeringhands

delve                           into

de------------pression

 

 

Still Life in Neverwhere

 

There are no

                        lights

in this///

\\\inescapable plague of non-

           existence

&

           the existentialist

dissidents///

\\\smile with the willows

 

 

Andrew J. Stone is mindless. His work (word on the streets) was first discovered by Phantom Kangaroo. He is no dissident. He thinks. Stop by the graveyard: http://andrewjstone.blogspot.com/