/lit/ - Literature

>>5957207
seriously what do you think guys? first attempt at poetry in a while

Midnight, in the moon-washed tundra.
Pedophiles wordless hum lecherous lullabies.
An archangel, mutilated.
parts enclosed in three linear low density polyethylene bags.
In a quarry.
Dead.

Hieroschemamonk Nepomucen, cenobitic Stakhanovite.
This, much to his fellowmonk's chagrin.
tumbles downstairs.
Where is God?

Midwestern American Auto Dealership
Not yet dead.
Rotting inside.
you know they are.

Like pornography
Pastel colored french porcelain. dead eyed nymphs and satyrs
Like half faded residues of your teenage years.

Semiautomatic Revolver, recoil-operated ablutionary instrument.
seraphs plummet to ground, writhe like dying worms.
Fields covered by soot
I am at peace.