Wednesday, 5 February 2014

1 Poem by Brett Stout

The Orthodoxy of Disgruntled Aliens

carbon based beings,

with
lust like rats
we’re
caged and grotesque
from
life until death,

skirting and breeding
in the sewers of life
underground and rarely seen
poking their beady little eyes out
from the depths
the depths of despair
it’s a feeling I know well
and so do you,

carbon based beings,

with
lust like rats
we’re
caged and grotesque
from
life until death,

a concubine of
liars and hypocrites
all smiles on the outside,

and
demonic brutality
awaiting everyone on the inside
a handshake extended
while holding a sharpened knife
in the other
forgive me for trusting
friends
girls
and guidance counselors,

drive and ambition
cubicles and luxury automobiles
a sign of weakness
be
nothing
be
no one
in the end
we’re just
bloated organs
and decaying Periodic Tables
covered in maggots,

carbon based beings,

with
lust like rats
we’re
caged and grotesque
from
life until death.


Bionote

Brett Stout is a 34-year-old writer and artist. He is a high school dropout and former construction worker turned college graduate and Paramedic. He writes while mainly hung-over on white lined paper in a small cramped apartment in Myrtle Beach, SC. He published his first novel of prose and poetry entitled "Lab Rat Manifesto" in 2007. anticondoart@yahoo.com

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