5.31.19

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Don’t need no crucifixes, dad.
Polish ‘em gently and await
some great upheaval.
This past life retrieval
went as well as we’d expect,
but certain protections still withhold.
It isn’t like corruption falters.
Who so alters the past
disrobes the present.
Lusciously, crass resentment
cores the body politic.
We really should stick to facts.
Genuine distaste is cluttering
my mouth with wordlessness.
Time to hasten the flux,
if you know what I mean.

-r. miller

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5.30.19

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Completely unassailable,
a new malignancy has raised itself
up from the swamp
our discourse let grow beneath it.
Here’s your new proving ground.
All around the street sounds
an alarm like nothing before.
Truthfully we must gore the axis
lest we revert back to that fragile infancy
so abhorred by the warmongering caste.
Few can endure such conditions,
and those who do
are never any better for it.
Summer brings heavy drapes of rain,
corrosive breath, death by thunder.
Now we amass ourselves
for the great undergoing.
The final showing begins at high noon.

-r. miller

5.27.19

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I can’t seem to rid myself
of this museum stench.
Observe closely as I wrench
this scepter from
the sovereign’s moldy claw.
We must lay the law
in a shallow grave,
get the rave down on paper,
and savor what flagrancy proffers.
No new offers on the table,
no new bones in the meat.
Just how typical do I have to be?

-r. miller

5.24.19

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Leaned on once too much,
disperse grave giggles
and fester without sound.
By my declarations increase
for all the shroud.

I pull this sour air into my lungs.
Ghosts grapple the rungs
of a collective sleep paralysis,
an aching climb. Rhyming suddenly
possible/passable.

Didn’t get my knot on early rise?
But for the rinse/repeat procedure
charging my shallow veins.
I was dubious. Nearby enact boldly.
Solid but coldly affecting

is this new luster encasing me
and I think to sing with the wind.
Thereby rattles and rules indiscriminate.
All of May shirks promises;
this is all we ever receive.

-r. miller

5.22.19

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Leering at the infinite,
some regression or other
throws its hat in the ring.
Kind of takes the sting out of… Wait,
I was going to say something trivial.

Get a load of my ambivalence,
ambience, whatever.
I’m just looking for that certain rapture
that will sever me once and for all
from antipathy.

Under the guise of friendship
came I to this desolate shore,
bones like creaking floorboards
and a head full of pills.
One of my previous personas
spills from my yawning mouth
onto an unsuspecting
phenomenological plane,
creating what you might call
a cause for concern.

Time to get my burn on, I think,
or get burned out.
Diminishing social clout protects me
from taking any of this too seriously.

-r. miller

5.20.19

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So the smattering
distresses, distances, lays me
and all of us low for the grasping.
An artifice of malicious contrivance
doubles down and antes up,
but somehow I remember

the odd look of the light
and its violence. I’m at it again
in the ensuing brawl,
the windows shiver at the sound
of my bulky heart speaking in tongues.
No, I am a computer.

So the fabrication
whispers, witnesses, bears me
and all of us down sullen tracks
made for the taking.
If ever any of this is to end,
then it ends right now.

-r. miller

5.17.19

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After hours, brain blasted,
shall I learn to be ephemeral?
Perennial mischief showers.
Accidental flowers fringe the font.

Don’t make a maelstrom of this,
nor argue circles with the squares.
Even the most timely of repairs
won’t save me from the sloganeers

repackaging unfounded fears
for mass consumption.
I don’t like the look
of your assumptions, champ;

so chomp on this — your hierarchy’s busted.
Come at me whilst I dig deep
in this distress, overdressed of course,
but that’s just my M.O.

-r. miller