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A NIHILISTIC APPROACH TO HEART-SHAPED BALLOONS + FISHNETS – 2 poems by Tainted Trailer
A NIHILISTIC APPROACH TO HEART-SHAPED BALLOONS. FISHNETS
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LITTLE MISS ’47
You came around, One hundred times the speed of sound, You fired the gun that shot the beast that carried my ghosts to town, You mowed that fucker down! My little Miss ‘47.
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STARS THAT STINK OF MIDNIGHT – 3 poems by Tainted Trailer
STARS THAT STINK OF MIDNIGHT. LET THEM EAT CAKE! VANITY
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A CONVERSATION FROM THE BOTTOM OF A WELL
A dream is a witch, or so you said, And kept me locked in violent thoughts, Cackling over cold stones.
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THE SENSE OF A FISH – A poem by Tainted Trailer
Yet still, in this ball, I hurtle through space, In a race with ideas that are thumping to flow, Opposite ways wherever I go, So it’s fingers to all and their minions in tow.
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SKIES OF THUNDER – featuring PARANOID HORSES
Inch long claws to scratch the walls, And etch their curses on the board, Every God damn prodding word.
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SHAMEFUL WONDERS OF MY OCDEMON – A poem by Tainted Trailer
Inspired by the film The Exorcist – and many years of head spinning intrusive thoughts…
TAINTED TRAILER'S POETRY THUNDERDOME
Reality tried to evade me, and for a while I let it go
TAINTED TRAILER'S POETRY THUNDERDOME 