Self-expression is immoral
In these waters, through a portal
To story’s dreamtime, truth of sorts, so
Tell us a musical-themed action, forgo
Decisions not withstanding illegal
To properly impropered boatside seagull
There is no meaning in the puzzle day glow
For which you slaved your stubble step-toe
Not a flow or drip or push-pull
Only a fool would ever be so fat-full
Or try his best to capture feelings
In empty tie-died bullshit dealings
Or forceful brain-tried story-welding
Neurologic
Philosophic
Words or telescopic
Shelling bullets, that’s what I’m selling
Told you twice I do imagine
Sin so slightly, pleasure, muscles, spasm
Entropic
Tropic
Paradise found (wanting)
Introspectic, shit-fueled: droppings.
Ray-Comics 
First of my 2007 poems. Going way back in the archives here.
Yes, it rhymes. These poems will tend to rhyme. Forgive me.
I like to think they have a rhythm, not unlike a def poetry jam. Yeah, that’s how I would do it live if I did it live. Think of it that way.
As for content… harsh?
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Fantastic. Has the same voice as your stream-of-consciousness post. Both pieces have a similar rawness (harsh treatment), as well as great beatitude. Very cool, my favorite lines,
“Shelling bullets, that’s what I’m selling
Told you twice I do imagine
Sin so slightly, pleasure, muscles, spasm
Entropic
Tropic
Paradise found (wanting)”
Hopefully you will post more of your poetry.
Take care,
Pepper
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I will be posting a lot more, just wait…
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Hey Ray!
Hope all is well. I am “nominating” you for a Liebster Award! If you’re interested in accepting, check out my newest post.
All my best,
Chloe
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