http://slow.writerscafe.org/Jerrymeandering The original writings of author Allen Masterson en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776039960 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A poem by Allen Masterson. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jerrymeandering/843011/ Poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jerrymeandering/841020/ She's spinning in the rainin the same place angerassassinated melancholyThe victim is victor againWhen midnight bleeds its back doorhint of anarchyBut she can't change blue to redCan't resurrect the deadA razor torn skylying exposed in bedShe smells the birth pangs of springthe infinite pause of sor.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jerrymeandering/672035/ Gravel lotDusty sparks of "Doses"ignite my sensesShady characters dressed in dysfunctionSlip a universe on my tongueand dance in aching joint agonywith a peachCathartic activities in an insectinvaded sugar bowlA series of compartmentalized experienceshappening at this touch of spaceThrown off kilter.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jerrymeandering/672034/ I'm standing in a field with a blue-red dream statespinning its web of fractals across my so calledsenses. Next to me is an entity that once was a guywho shared the sacrament, but now is a glow thatchuckles now and then.In the distance I hear the dogs barking, barking infrustration because something.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jerrymeandering/671738/ A faint sound as skin capitulates to steelAn amber injection to virgin veinA reaching breath to catch a trainWhile dream time men hurl boomerangsAt dead inventions conjured to quell our brainsIn a dirty room of silenceI dilate my eyesAnd draw the blinds....A dried up river of liberationIs no hope fo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jerrymeandering/671736/ Silver and Gold enter the prismOf mankind's prioritiesBetraying the intended natureOf our early beingThe Helix cracks, shiftsMutating quantum theoryFor Mithra's purpose-RevengeI kiss the particle EveEarth scented mother of manHow I love to watch her cryFor our dilapidated ghetto existenceBut it's OK.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jerrymeandering/671734/ You should be ashamedLicking the back of God and howling at the moonDouble vision in the back of a Nova's no excuseMentholated memories under monkey bars with Miranda rightsA little s**t goes a long way in the firing of a synapseSo...You're a handcuffed prepubescent fallen in loveWith a future hood .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jerrymeandering/669962/ Let go....Let go of the comfortOf Pavlovian droolBrought to you by our proud sponsorCut free the life support that brings you deathThe machine that stimulates your libidoTo excavate what lies beneath"Consume, consume!"They saySpend your time awayIn a sensual salt mineDehydrating your UltimateEjacula.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jerrymeandering/669960/ I feel hell flowing in fluorescenceAs birds chirp in laughter at my presenceI'm in the Wa-wa worldThat's where I've been hurledFlames have such strange tonguesTo lick the peeling skyIf I didn't know better,I'd think I heard god cryVoices in 45 then 64Infinity just cracked its doorA queen ant broke h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jerrymeandering/669956/ Brilliant minds are beginning to surface on the sea of peasantry;we can't have that now, can we.Original thought without the subtle guidance of a mechanical curriculum will only create havoc in our beloved technocracy.Inspire the artist to conceive television utopias in a blink of attention deficien.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jerrymeandering/669955/ The Red Tide takes meTo the resting place of LokiTo drink the tainted seaOf a transient societyI fall sick with the yearsOf a pointless calendarWhich proposes death as escapeBut I'm fooled by a kissFrom succubus lipsAnd shed skin after skinChasing progress through livesWith little worthBearing witne.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jerrymeandering/669941/ The ride began at duskSubtle scent of feminine muskSkin silkMother's milkPaisley skyPulsating hieroglyphsPainting a picture of an iris-coned godAbstract taste of deciphered decisionsFear of truth in petrified visionsHands melting to Lord's PrayerOrange death's horizon scareLeft alone to sufferA hell.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jerrymeandering/669939/ An inverted season and another impromptu alibi for why I haven't quieted the mind to escape the hiveDrudgery on a production line to fertalize neurosis Looks and laughs shared by inmates in cages made of skin and clocksAnother number assigned to identify acorporate relation .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jerrymeandering/669937/ In the pause of the true witching hourI see them at the gateSmiling faces with a mechanical depthMimicking comfort for my benefit while shedding envy for my positionHungry ghosts wanting my warmth but needing my connectionI approach in compulsionAnd in their eyes a glimpse of the familiarThe One fre.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jerrymeandering/669310/ I've worked hard most of my adult life. I'm talking "fingers to the bone" type work. I've only had a few cushy jobs like; bank teller, suit salesman, security guy. Most of my employment history sounds like a "what's what" of careers which are detrimental to one's health: screen printer, hod carrier,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jerrymeandering/669309/ "Jay, you cool, man?""Yeah, I'm cool. I've been cool the whole time."The argument started in night cell one between me and my bunky, Jeff. We were both locked up for armed robbery, but he was facing sixty years for beating a cashier with a hammer. I, on the other hand, was only facing twenty years b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jerrymeandering/669173/ This is a prompt exercise between myself and Playing in Traffic. The words for the prompt are: Athena, Ghetto, Narcolepsy http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jerrymeandering/668463/ I'm feeling bellicose at the bar.Bile rising as I reflect on violent actsin an intrepid, drunken state staring faithlesslyinto a liquor reflection's augury.I can't take heed of my pituitary.My chakras are twisted, folded, flippedin a kind of cosmic anarchy.I'm a masticated mass a liberal might look .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jerrymeandering/667181/ Overhead projections in the skyShowing slides of deja vuand tsetse fliesFloating on the sex of an amethyst nightClimaxThen drink the diamond dewOf an afterglow dawnNow trapped in a dirty corner storeRegurgitating memories for the check out girlWho's burning in a hell of perpetual consumptionWhile no.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jerrymeandering/667179/ Knowing there is no love hereAnd being aloneIs a giftIs a sentenceFor the few who've brokenThe laws of conventional abominationPretenders promise relianceDelivered with coddled handsSubmerged in waters of ulterior motivesPlaying codependent games of leechesSucking each others' essence 'till the hori.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jerrymeandering/667176/ I am the lotus growing,Blooming forth from anIndustrial quagmireStretching out of decayAnd turning awayFrom Freud and his croniesI am an alienated productOf mutation with a tight tourniquetAround my Id, Ego, and Super EgoCutting off circulation to their analysisLetting phenomena wither and die with .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jerrymeandering/667172/ The time was 1980, and the world seemed microscopic through my troubled seven year old eyes. The South side of St. Louis was a vast land of violence and chaos, and Texas Avenue happened to be ground zero in my small perspective. My mother and I lived in a run down brick quad-plex which doubled as a .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jerrymeandering/667170/ Disregarding my delirium, I dancewith the elephant from IndiaShe smells of sweet heatthat rises from beatsof butterfly wingsThe women are so friendly herein the Palace of Psychedelic DaisiesI must confess my impure thoughtsto the Giant Centipede who guardsthe gates of the Great HoneycombPyramidThe q.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jerrymeandering/665047/ I've experienced your swelled vein gripOn my heartLoss of breath as I catch a ride on the trainPlease remainSmooth sticky honey for my Queen BeeBitter pills meltAnd mingle with a memoryNever met you,But I know your tasteYou'll come to me with colors of obsessionPromising pleasuresOpen doorsFloorsOff.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jerrymeandering/665046/ A fractured family of a mother, two girls, and two boys sat routinely at the dinner table ready to ingest a steaming pot roast, a rare treat for the broken home.Meals were usually eaten in relative silence, save for the occasional lip smack and slurping sounds found in most Midwestern households. If.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jerrymeandering/665045/ A poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jerrymeandering/664709/ A piece of flash. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jerrymeandering/664705/ This was meant to be a blog, but I'm just not too crazy about designating it as such. It was published originally in the zine, "1000th Monkey". http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jerrymeandering/664053/ A little tale. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jerrymeandering/663910/