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Armageddon City  (Redux)

. . . by Tanmay Philip

Gurus walking the streets
Hungry for lean meat
Hungry for treats
Standing by the doomsayer
For the photo-shoot
They need a good contrast
“Run fast! Don’t look back!”
When the storm comes raging
In Armageddon City
Screams the mad soul
While the gurus offer
Awakening
For their daily wages
Self proclaimed sages
Offering medical degrees
But never for free
While the lunatic screams
Flee! Flee!
From this city
Ignore him please
And welcome
To Armageddon City […]

Armageddon City

As for me … I’m on safari,
fleeing Armageddon City.

Rest in peace dear Tanmay

Lovers ~ Before and After {Redux)

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ISIS of CRISIS

It now seems
so very long ago
I travelled
that tempestuous path
blessed by the wrath
of a jealous Osiris
that led to Har Məgīddō
where I first met Isis
the serene queen
of my karmic crisis
torn from a dream
at the frenzied height
of a broken séance
There at the Mirage Oasis
she laid in wait
bare naked
her voluptuous form
born of the Nile
Greeting me in style
with her crystalline smile …

“Hello Sailor!
Any port in a storm?”

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~ A Subversive Opus by Cara

I love the broken

I love the fall from grace

I love the out of sync

I love the mess

and the mud

and the doubt

and the dirt

I make love to failure

And asymmetry

and the just-a-little, little off

I love the missed details

And the mistaken

I love the lost

I love the forgotten

I love the spilled

And the leaking

I pray for the hopeless […]

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A Poetic Warning (Revisited)

In a former life

One of chaos and disorder

Through a cosmic haze

Of bloodshed and strife

I well remember

A pilgrimage metaphysical

Seeking wisdom ancient

And knowledge mystical

From a secret agent

By the mythical code name

Brainwave Alpha

“First … you need learn how to fly,
if indeed, you wish to kiss the sky.”

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He Eat Dolce Vita (Revised ’26)

He fly da vulture

He do stranger danger

He swamp da monster

He got winner envy

He lose by plenty

(Back in Twenty-Twenty
a geriatric beauty contest for
the filthy wealthy rich only)

From one son

Of a carpetbagger

To another son

Of a used car salesman

He cry loudly “Mummy!”

Now he ‘Don da Teflon’

Dat King of Redaction
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He Crypto A Go-Go 💰

He no go hungry

He no good bunny

El Malo Samaritano

Realmente . . . Sí

He look orange monkey

He da sunshine faker

He hound dog brother

He da Beastie’s bestie

He some mother trucker

Be dat Rosemary’s baby

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