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Poems
by WC Roberts
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Starsound
from the blue shift
heartstrings ground under
to the beat
of the soul, its sinews
torn on the deepest field
playing with the harmonics
listening to ghosts
dark matter
a wall of sound
going out on the tide
we hear them
combing the starscape
and we take up their song
with voices stretched wafer-thin
crystallized
a primal scream
etched on a gold disk
read by a junkie's needle
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Contagion
viral spheres of influence
spheres against the swirling
worlds inside my veins
backdrop of giant worlds
opened up like the Russian front
this mission into the blackness
with a scalpel
pebbles amongst the rings
their inhabitants exposed to the air
adrift in the vacuum, we look beyond
and disturbed by the sight
seeing the immensity, seeing the frailty
of white blood cells strung up on a gallows
our insignificance realized
to danse macabre
gone off the rails
you applaud
you collapse
(the clap of vinyl-gloved hands
deep within yourself, overwhelmed
and a smile behind that surgical mask)
wonder seen through the visor
this unchained melody
a runaway train
in arterial spurts
plows through the Black Forest
contagion
the stars like bits of coal - consumed
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Shredded Realities
the shriek, silent
pain torn from within
artificial sinew ripped asunder, blackened
lubricative pools
shredded (m)Android flesh
torn feelings of betrayal
give the greater agony to
one's master and machine
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WC Roberts dreams of the desert, of finally getting his first television set, and of ravens. Above all, he writes. He appeared previously in Chrome Baby 63 and many other magazines.
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