You Punch Face Too

Blood Blur Image

“Blood Blurs” by K. Shawn Edgar

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Dig on

this elliptical ovation

sounding the walls

of your boney fortress

 

Degrading with each

revolution, and

your processionals

diminish with each passing

 

Those morphemic divisions in cell structure

crumbling under

 

a personified lamplight

memorial or lone firefly

 

lost in your face fusion

can divide no further

 

Belly dance

 

punch it punch it

 

back up to full triumph

 

Fists

attracted to faces

as

cheering crowds

attracted to a showy

 

blood bathing loner nymph

 

Dig on

nymph

 

your fighter stance and power lashes

may not fly with the mayflies

 

but for the starving crowds, elliptical processions

of victory will only please them more

Eat an Image

“Eat Human Delight” by K. Shawn Edgar

The. Birthing of. Donkey Kong Jr.

Donkey Kong Jr Image

“weapons of choice” by K. Shawn Edgar

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The. Birthing of. Donkey Kong Jr.

By K. Shawn Edgar

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A brother’s love

is muscle pumping

deeply into the Sea

of a sister’s fraternal

worship

 

Father’s always right,

and now

brother’s never wrong

 

He, a bodybuilding smile

She, a builder of mirth illusions

 

Like cob in the northwest,

she ages with a glimmer

of healthy sheen outside,

and a withering rot inside

 

He grows bolder with cheers,

travel, and island sunshine

always forcing fraternal luv

when fate draws sis to bro

 

Nine months, now, are gone

The water, it flows turbulent

between reluctant thighs;

a cry is heard in 8-bit tones,

a hammer raised high

 

Then, with simian grace,

a fluid-slicked, furry head

pops our live-action bubble

exposing cartoon colored

platforms and ladders

 

The hospital becomes level 1

as little DK jr. begins to climb,

leaving sister and brother

shaking violently on the floor

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Summer Loving Torture Party on the Beach

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“We can say we invented a summer loving torture party” – Lemonworld, Berninger & B. Dessner Oxygenate my pores, her warm breath brings fresh blood to rope worn skin covering me in crimson I’ll cover her in crimson too like chips and dips balanced with our whips and chains on a bamboo Tuscano tray All… Read more.

Fruit Punch Mouth

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These belongings fall loose, left, and lonely broken necklaces dialysis tubes handwritten notes From a lady stuck hiding herself behind false faces, divided She’s a mother’s milk maiden She’s broken by father’s disease An invisible stain reins her chain reactions Raspberry punch, hiding rum shots, swallowed quickly Lying to cover deceptions spurred by habitual actions,… Read more.