http://slow.writerscafe.org/musemostabused The original writings of author Jim W White en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1779398825 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Snakes where I can't see them..Deities in the dustRed spot.. not a rifle could end this blissMessed-up & reckless.. love for the landWhere grasses bleed rivers.. cities piss poison and the skySmiles fierce embrace for your skin God bless this old elephant chainThat rumbles u.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/musemostabused/449737/ Tin-can condor rattling hot and cold, sandwhiched by stars.. sky punctured by needles of light again and again..The ground tattooed with electric veins.. an amber spider's webBrushing heaven.. I dream..Of screaming machines sucking a fatal breath..Earth and space carousel .... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/musemostabused/449731/ Travel across slums/ dustbowls/ deadly highways and epic valleys. Mumbai to Himalayan foothills.. chased all the way by western cynicism http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/musemostabused/449721/ The night sticks on my windowsirens through my corridorsall my prisonerswith yer chinese whisperslisten up and be set free/ Be my loudhailermy killer megaphoneLend me your sound / chew through the power cablecrash the systemright nowdo it quick/ last.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/musemostabused/446576/ Insect swarm of intellect/ pour on boiling water/ let the soil soak with cruel reflex and shock and phobiaprotect your fresh mess/ all your tangled limbs and brittle skin/ paperthindrive away bad dreams in afternoon slumber/ sundried eyelids and bleached soul/ so parched.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/musemostabused/446573/ Toxins: illusions, not sins... spin-out mood swings/ self-destruct the backlash/ nightfly then crashdown.heights rival this sound with epic sprawling eagle eye and a hammer to crush the world.Sparks run through me, flames renew me/ wake, come shake me/ no movement/ no more.Hemlock poems poured.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/musemostabused/446571/  A great deal of upward movement today,Sky is open and juggling light.Until a night short passed, this went amiss;Lack of colour: water seemed wrung from heaven’s cloth.Backbone did deplore the gravity. But for the first part of each dayAll is somewhat numbed and jumb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/musemostabused/316603/   Ingredients: 1 freshly caught sole of a daddy fish1 mean Boss-man Viper, smoked  6 old guitar strings9 dirty fingers1/2 teaspoon voodoo magic1 teaspoon dark honey  Pre-heat oven to eighteen hundred andSlam in your sole.Throw the body in who.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/musemostabused/316602/ You said:"Well, that's the end of that!"I fell.. asleep..not on purpose,I swear I was listeningthough out-cold on my knees. Wake up laughing, regretfuland saying "sorry.. [mumbles].."You asking "What the f**k?"Me shuddering suddenlykeeling ove.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/musemostabused/314725/ For a night we talked bullshitadmitted the falsity and scoffed.of course we talked abouthow we feel Lost Is a word that comesinside secret parenthesesasides built offake-a-licious mirrors They show us our silly facesscared to see snake eyesturned to st.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/musemostabused/314715/ Going under in the morningwake to full-body achescrape through the day..go to sleep somone new. There are (small) riskswhen a broken heart is cauterizedand the scar-tissue thatonce caught a girly eyemade you a dangerous kinda guy,well it's fading But you'r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/musemostabused/314195/ She hit me witha sucka punchmy battleshipwas sunk "See you neverclever-dick"and then she wason the run But the streets arecold tonightkiddon't do something stupid A headshot fromCupid's evil twinspilled loveon the pavementthe shape of a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/musemostabused/314192/ She looked at meAs if to say,"Don't you knowHow I feel?" I lit a cigaretteAnd lookedRight back. Her eyes asked,"Do you think it'sAll a game?" As if Love'sSome big deal. I just smokedAnd lookedRight back.   &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/musemostabused/314159/ How to get satisfied?Do I lie or lie down?Wind my neck in someAnd take what's coming.. How to make it real?Do I fake it?Forsake it, like the rest of 'em?Take what's coming? Always twiddling the thumbs,Not watching the skyThen it happens,Fast as finger snaps.&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/musemostabused/314156/ Trigger pull hammer:Tense finger breath..Smoke/relax forExplosive safety.  World teetersOn edge of freefall.soon all is none;Bittersweet stillness. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/musemostabused/314154/ Milk the mind/ strip off rind/ tenderise/ season/ heat.  Beat knuckles 'til raw/ whack-off 'til sore/ phone 'em up and tell 'em what's the question got you stuck.  Tuck away emotion/ Purge devotion/ hold elation most bold/ blind/ stub-toe scream/ derailing/ stylised falling/ alway.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/musemostabused/314152/ This morningLike a melancholy clown. The world's all drum-rollsAnd high-wires. Every word could tumble andFall into confetti water.  Each nightLike a toothless tiger Thoughts all soft andWith no point, As a moustachio manCracks a whip.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/musemostabused/314149/ Epic finalistic roadtrip in Buick or Stingray; black.. break-necking into abandon's horizon.  Whisky on the back seat, piled like whale bones.  A hip flask in every pocket.. always thirsty.  Naughty electric blues to slide around the broken bottle at the neck.. and with a .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/musemostabused/312922/ Dream sequence/ hypnogogia/ free-wheeling mind dribble http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/musemostabused/312900/ Little guys that only loosely cling to haiku format. Each written seperately and collated (sometimes quite randomly-ish). http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/musemostabused/312899/ Air pushes outwards,In perpetual battle withRigid skin.I imagine the appetiteFor exploit isUniversal and automated.Longing for a journey:A pocket of thought,To bulge against rock,To scratch bark,Gain a tear, leak gas andLose some altitude http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/musemostabused/312617/ Cartoony, philosophical mumbo-jimbo. Somewhere between poem and lyric. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/musemostabused/312610/ Random, abstract, twisty internal commentary. About (claustraphobic) village and (soul-crushingly monotonous jobs). A bit of hiccup philosophy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/musemostabused/312602/ Thoughts spat onto the page whilst in various states of intoxication. These are the words I don't recall inking.. they loiter on fuzzy-headed morns with intent to bemuse and stupify. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/musemostabused/312600/