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Barrett Dillon Hycner


Hummingbird II

Bring on the young virgins
Blood and sacrifice
Missions of doom
On the altar lay
The machine in us
Or are we the dream
Metal gears
Sweet grinding tears
Drinking milk from the teat
Like we were born from it
We are all calves sucking
Meager existence
We are all drowning
Mired in the snow
Ribs showing
No sustenance in weeks
We are all burning
With desires
The opiate of our needs
Turning toward heaven
Like there is something there
Breathing air
Like someone cares
Oblivious to the leaves
Falling around our heads
The masses sprawling
Controlling our fears
Can you feel the mob rising
Can’t stop the dying
Guns firing
While the dancers gyrate
Wish I could be a martyr
Feel the pain of religion
But a deep cold flows
From the soul leading
To the edge of the abyss
Revolution’s kiss
I can feel Rome threatened
All the spies
Murmuring curses
To save our lives
Because witches float
And people spurn
The god they believe in
God, I want to be a martyr
I want to die
Sucking Existence Dry

Chrysalis

Pale forms
Like grubs
Move oozing about
Devout worshippers
Of plans long dead
Perhaps we can
Be gods ourselves
Maybe dead again
Our hearts that beat
Beneath the earth
Our souls to rest
Demons speeding
Meeting our grasp
Past the point
Of no return
Into wheels
That spin us toward
A man running
Down the street screaming
Go inside his mouth
See the disease
Feel the mortality
Begin to breathe

Maggots

Shattered glass
Appears in blue air
Bent, knuckled fingers
Understand
Yellow corn sways
Bright, brighter
Lighting deep white fires
The smoke it swirls
Deep around my wrinkled face
Fingers stop trembling
Holding the bloody knife
Deep inside
As the fog
Goes slowly to ground
Like old mold
Dead corpse
The slowly rotting leaves
Eyes glazed open
Stuck there forever
Fingers take them all
Stuck in eye sockets
Till all goes blind
So dark and gloomy
The living breed inside

Being Buried

So simple
These pleasures
Deep
As in the whole
Can we kill?
These still
Motionless figurines
Molded in stone
For all to see
Spilling into light
Cascading need
Breathing death and disease
So simply laid
Red rose in nest of leaves
Bereaved
Lingering pain
Until the end
Of the world
And all screams

Monkey

See the smoke
From pipes in skies
See chemicals
Pouring into the water
We drink every night
Floridation they call it
Yet so much cancer grows
We’re almost swimming
In death and violence
My eyes have seen this piece
Of ancient glory
Criminals becoming
Aristocracy
The two-hundred year story
See the teeth so white
We can spit in sterilization
Phases of abyssmal harmony
Too passionate to overcome
The weak never die
The old live forever
Yet in the new age
These drugs of deception
Keep us pacified
Almost as much
As the statue of Lenin
Lying broken by the side
Can you see the fear
In a young girl’s eyes
From too much beating
Can you see the aged mother
Too needing to leave the bastard
Car accidents become riots
No reason’s been left untried
Can we not forget our race
And be human beings
Instead of biased, alienated
Uncaring fools
Try to realize that these things
Are meant to pacify
Realizing that people are paid
To wield the power
While we die
This is not the answer
It has been testing for too long now
Can’t we grow
Can’t we somehow
Be more alive
Than the vacant staring monkey
Inside

Hummingbird

I’m scared Starlight becoming
Some hummingbird
The meanders of
Nightmare stains
Drifting like snow
Like the pinprick
Of light
Intent on sucking
All of existence dry
Plying our craft
Hidden symbols
Charts of the sky
No tomorrow
Bribing politicians
Hidden needle in the eye
Brain-bare
No place left to run
But exposed existence
Too meager to subsist on
Like some hummingbird
Left to die
Not even the marrow left
To suck from the earth
She’s dead already
Just say
Goodbye

Passion Squeezed

She calls into the void
Waiting for someone
Afraid to give
Afraid to free herself
Of dread
She sees the light
Cool grasping
Actions in miniature
Anger
Welling up from underneath
The inspiration is toward doom
While mystery
Deepens her beauty
Feel those sharp claws
Ripping through your
Inner self
Feel her swoon
Passion diving
From innocence and greed
Taking away virginity
For nothing else
But need

Ghostwalking

So tempting
Turning toward mindfear
Conscience streaming
In abysmal deathswirl
Grasping tattered dreams
And morsels of thought
Deathscreams
Silently spurning
Mechanized reality
Aggravating in the extreme
Muddled in false words
And mellow crimes
Like simple greed
Drowning in colorful array
Misfit of dismay
Wish I could speak
Say what I mean
Like deathfear
And mystic violence
Climbing mountains
Wishing anything but spite
Chains wrap around
The fragile light
Of morningtime
And sexdoors
Waking up to
Loss of control
And venerated more
The words – I Love You
What’s in store
Confessions conscripting
Cool pale hands
Rushing into meat and drink
A Last Supper
Meant to tease
No redemption
In majestic unemotion
Like happytears
Tearing souls
In ravagedtruth
The consensus stares
At us with blueevil
Sinking into stone
So statuesque
The grin she wore
Something close to paindelight
The garden seemingly
The only respite
Come tatteredman
You’re living like a tattoo
Falsely assembled
Ghosttalking
Whispers tantalizing
Suspended above morals
Ghostwalking
So tempting
Turning toward mindfear
Can’t you learn to breath
Little emptyone
Can’t you learn to care






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