poems – Slug Words

I ain’t no cowboy

I once killed a spider with a 2×4 I knew then it was time to go home Stuck in dried out flat land You could shoot the pecker off a hummingbird out there Running two AC’s on high trying to sleep when it’s 110° I know where they got the idea for giant bug movies…

Published poems

My first-ever published poems are now live. https://www.bullshitlit.com/post/five-poems-by-raymond-stanton

Fungi Party

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Dreary Day

Gray clouds hovering Cold damp trees Wind stirs Nothing moves in the shadows Half froze ponds sit idol Calm Rage within the vessel Crunchy field’s of decay Looming memory Wet logs Nowhere to be still Embrace The suck Among us.

Heading to Work

My head spins to madness in the direction of the days doom. Floating like a cheap balloon through a patch of thorns. I passed a Jesus sign selling coffee and shoes. In the land of riches, there’s only dusty doughnuts and heaps of grease. Time halted by a train ripping through the terrain. I squirm…

Like a Beat Dog

Life’s got me working like a beat dog these days. All that time pissing in the wind when I was younger Catching up to me now. It’s hotter than hell sitting here on this covered porch with no window to see or breath. Inhaling cigarette tar and THC crystals as the eggs fry on the…

Mechanical Man

I fuel up in the morning on coffee and nicotine When I arrive I plug myself into the machine Frequencies babbling to tones of timed chaos Rage fills the soul And still I sputter on connected to that machine Dreams die in this pit of money Slowly falling from what I was meant to be…