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Hidden Manfrom dustHidden Man by ~thirdim3nsion
the mortal mixed soul
of a hidden man
crawls woeful, slow
out of the valley
of dry bones.
sorrowful, alone
he spills red
the blood, the heifer,
rubs its ashes
on sackcloth skin,
and water washes,
to atone the sin,
the dead,
he touches.
to dust
he trembles
immortal.
Carnal HeartSlough the lost cellsCarnal Heart by ~thirdim3nsion
from my naked arms
and hack these limbs
dead to the trunk
as my roots slumber
in the winter earth.
Use shards of poetry
to scrape this flesh
to the harrowed bone
and circumcise me.
Service this plasticity
of heart, pleasure dim
and wretched, led by
mudless, spitless eyes.
For I wail these streets,
rail my heels, scream
to see men as trees.
We, the ForsakenRed city trafficWe, the Forsaken by ~thirdim3nsion
lets panick trickle
its sewer grates
to subway trains,
the veins collapsing
under worn streets
where mannequins,
trend manic, chase
wall street falling
stock market rates,
shaking as they
scrape skies poor.
Give us your tired
no more. We are
the hungry, huddled
masses gasping air
from a mason jar.
We wear our sleeves
on arms, our hearts
in rib barred cages,
cross our fingertips
with nursurey phrases
and hope to die smart
before our art drips
with red, with dead
lyrics smoldering cold
like trash barrel coals
raked over homeless
souls under bridges
slow to sleep on slats
with newspaper s
A Dancing GirlA girl stubs busted toesA Dancing Girl by ~thirdim3nsion
across cigarette sidewalks
and rippled parking lots,
shatters her music box,
her mother's dying swan,
to dance with vagaries
for the dawn of her city.
She dances violently
for every chaired cripple
and the politically corrected,
handicapped by society.
She weeps in corners
with the coroners who
uncover bodies under bridges,
every vagrant of her city.
She sets fire to roof tops
where falling stars nestle,
runs rusted fire escapes
that lead to dead end allies,
and turns over dumpsters,
raging for a way out.
Sta.sh
