Before I realized that poetry.com was a scam, I had two poems published there, not to join their dubious contests that promised (they still do, I guess) money and fame to the winners, but just to have my poems on cyberspace. “Over 6 million records” or poems hence (poetry.com’s not mine), I sought out my contributions. These are the children I gave away.
automatic cows (Revised)
let loose on the streets
herds of cattle
who have lost their cowboys
snorting poison and thunder
racing to the darkness of the skies
never letting up
chasing heartbeats
beware if you venture
into the filthier side of the lane
their screeching hooves
might ground you
into water and dust
Demons rule this room
They laugh, swagger like they owned the world
A slice of unswept floor their kingdom
Slippery with spit and feces
The children of their profanity
Their glee echo in the air around them
Fat and putrid, wrapped in clothes
purchased from knockoff shops
Orphans of vanity, jealousy and power play
Growing up with memories of eternal fire
Showering in urine of fastidious filth
They insult, tend rumors -- mongers of strife
Intrigue is bread and butter, life of death
Sinking in the mud of mediocrity
Self-delusions, illusions in the dark
Half-eaten peacock struts; heathen moth's pet
Lick salt off tortured bodies, beaten minds
Bear false witness on the supposed ordinary
They are kings, queens of empires in the mind
Of fire that burns like dried leaves soaked in kerosene
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