Read Poem: A Subtle Paradox, by Travis Lemke

The creamy slate of our soul lingers
On callous perforated sex crimes
While outside, gods war with sky
To end all beginnings anew.

Peace is a lie in this place
Swirling marvels of cold black nuances
Where are the angels now?

Feel the ugly
The obsidian face
Bearing down on us
Heavy subsidence
Slow weight making heavy our minds
Making heavy our hearts with fat hate.

A ripening fruit to be picked
Then bitten.

Juices flowing between
Tongues and teeth
Tongues and teeth
Tongues and teeth.

Antonyms of frictions
Both delicate and hard
Tearing flesh wide for the tasting
While licking our own wounds.

A subtle paradox
Like and death dancing in the reflection of our lives.

Author – Travis Lemke

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