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Hello, and welcome to my daily poetry blog. The following poems are improvised based on my day, general reflections, or by just allowing my mind to cruise in neutral without a filter. I have been working on this for something around two years now and have amassed a lot of words. You can either go through them page by page, or check out the "Hall of Better Poems" option in the right column. Please feel free to comment on what you like or dislike, and also subscribe below if you like this sort of thing. Thanks!
- Patrick Lyndaker

(typically I will write down my ideas on paper throughout the day and I may not get in front of a computer to transfer it. So I then dump a few days worth of poems at once.)

Tuesday, May 24, 2016

Murder Camp '08

No ivory will calm this
A swelling fear of fame
Rise dark within the meat of it
Now nothing making name
The handle for this moment
Be bludgeoned and remain
How noble is this conquest still
The cataclysm blame.
The temperature of bleeding
The murder does not change
An open wound to draw upon
the sill, the coat, the chains
The foul often clings upon
An open seething brain
murdered body, rotting fruit
In flesh is all the same
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