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Zone of Non-being

Darryl Walker Jr

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I Hate Watching You Eat

The way you eat causes loss of appetites. Grandma's apple pie ... (mm-mm!) before I’ve even had a slice, your eye is on my plate trying to ask for bites. Seeing you dine without a fork and plastic knife is... Continue Reading →

From My Second Story Window

From my second story window I gaze over the city attempting to find the streetlight closest to your house. When I hear a siren in the distance I pray you weren't harmed. Whenever there is a strong wind I blow... Continue Reading →

Your Flesh Belongs to Me: Stop Domestic Violence

*Warning: Graphic Material* Kings belong on pedestals and you – my dear – were born to worship my genitals. There is no world beyond my testicles, that's why your body is built with semen receptacles. Your flesh belongs to me,... Continue Reading →

We Are the Only Destination

When our dreams are forgotten they accumulate to create millions of planets. Telescopes are haunted by a faint sense of déjà vu. The quest for knowledge is a desire to return. We are the only destination. By: Darryl Walker Jr... Continue Reading →

Nameless Skeletons (5 Haikus)

Mother Africa robbed and raped for centuries. No one seems to care. Black flesh locked in chains, separated from loved ones.       Death their only friend. Starved in ghettos like societal excrement.       Objects with no... Continue Reading →

A Sight for Sore Eyes

Before her, my life was a blur about my direction I was unsure. When she promised to re-appear all my movements became clear. As I saw her beautiful thick frame I knew I would never be the same. I was... Continue Reading →

Conveyor Belt Imaginations

Assembly line minds, conveyor belt imaginations process human suffering with cold calculations. Social relations are reduced to a mere formula that was created by an auditor who works part-time as the coroner. Assembly line minds, conveyor belt imaginations require ‘round-the-clock... Continue Reading →

Words of an Imprisoned Tear

When comes the manumission  of an imprisoned tear?  Struggling to stay in position  since the world created fear.  We would rather be imprisoned  or receive the electric chair  than bare a distorted vision  in the glasses people wear. Making a... Continue Reading →

Running From Death

I am running frantically, my eyes are fixed straight ahead. I cannot slow my pace or I will soon be dead. The rain covers my glasses so I am better off without em' this man is going to kill me... Continue Reading →

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