Well Disciplined Pigs: a Poem by Griffin Silver

we’ll play by their rules,

with frayed remains we’ll recount

lost moments scattering our

coils beneath the landfill

 

but we revert spoiled Children

with too many playthings

 

Greedy soil

Beneath the fingertips

Tapping the cutlery

 

Green deposits of strength

These calcified pockets

Of plaque and ambition

 

The change in my pocket

Jives to their beet

Cracks along the piggy bank

of my youth

withdrawn

 

Reprimanded again

For rolling

In the slop

Of their decay

 

Those long pork tongues forked in those

Less than gentlemanly

Cannibalistic tendencies

Charlotte’s custard

Hardens at room temperature

Inelastic and clouded

A Repetition in Sacrifice: A Poem by Griffin Silver

The Sun ‘s low

We charge through the shade

The stalwarts evergreens.

the challenges trivial

Could this be a

Hell so simple

Oxidized

Benign

Scab

on the way to Salvation

Take a knee, take a ligament

Anything for the firmament

Another form

Another life to char

For the muse

that old lover calls my name.

Lowly paces

Through paradise

The serrated hair of sirens

reinvigorated, risen, from cup to

cup

Through the top

Boiled over

what a luxury,

to make

mistake after Mistake,

Content with

The seared forearm

The grafted skin

Picasso’s Stiff Fingered Doodle. A Poem by Griffin Silver

Putrid hap

The brains drippings leave

an ectoplasmic

finger painting on the table

but that wouldn’t cover %6

of the tab, and though we

served ourselves, the

wait staff are entitled to more

Ramen Grind. A Poem by Griffin Silver

Į got caught between BPA

coated water bottles

and plastic wrap

tip toed somewhere far

from the glare of the

grocery aisle

Those luscious green peppers

only to blacken as coal

Gangrene is a sapling

rooted in tomorrow’s loss

This meager Survival

is much preferred

to their hasty glory.

Disparity Like a Six Shooter. A Poem by Griffin Silver

the days of

S F, Berkeley

a crater forming

an intersection

 

snort a citizen

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