3 poems
The Conception of Reception
by Casey Sheldon
Insurgence of self-destruction begone
Thou hast not a place within my heart
Be expunged from the wasteland within
The desert of trials that stands before
Now release, renew, reconfigure
All that once was sure
And open up the wasteland to new rains
And may the seeds of new life ne’er
Be planted in vain.
There Is A Gunslinger
by Casey Sheldon
Some memory bubbles & gargles itself to the
Forefront of gray folding SQUISH, & that’s
What we’ve merely become because
we thought that was it
I knew more
I am more
is it enough?
I dare not write more than sanity requires,
for evil is everywhere
& allies have now become few
but there is a hope.
Absolute Ridiculousness (Silly Remix)
by Casey Sheldon
Rectangular patterned restoratives
Feeling more orderly permeated by reluctance
For the first time a sprinter, dragging his feet
Can we get a volunteer from the actors?
Cries the audience of heaven
Redundant banalities my art-form
Proposing odd opposites from
Dead opossum sights
No acknowledgement for such
inanity insanity, differing only by
a single instance of sibilance
Nonsensical and Conscience-laden
AND
All these minimised glories are treasure
Meant only for the value of the ideas
Brought forth in my own mind
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