Pixel Skull

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Do not think of the pixel skull

Cackling through your head

At break brain speed

Toward those sweaty memories

You fall asleep under

Install

Do not think of the pixel skull

Or its screams about neurons

Neurons wasting time

Right clicking coffee spoon scraps

After hungover

Mid day morning analysis

Restart

Do not think of the pixel skull’s

Pounding Teeth/Pounding Nostrils

Or empty sockets evoking

A young buried gash

Smiling psychic

Somewhere in the dark

Behind glitching pupils

Who tried at forgetfulness

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Lizard People Country

He is American
So he is informed:
The lizard people have finally landed
Soon to revive Castro
And his cybernetic
Communist
Catholic
Death squad
Of Jewish Hollywood
While red robed men pop
Chardonnay
In an eyed pyramid
He is comfortable with this
Because lizard people
Are somehow easier
Than scaly human heads
Debating his deductible
These lizard patriots
Quietly convincing him
Of lizard people

Coleman Bomar is a writer who currently resides in the mountains of East Tennessee. His works have been featured by and/or are forthcoming in 365 Tomorrows, Bewildering Stories, Altered Reality, Impressions Literary Magazine, The Scarlet Leaf Review, The Heartland Review, Danse Macabre, Anti-Heroin Chic, Showbear Family Circus Liberal Arts Magazine, Rats Ass Review, Nine Muses Poetry, Plum Tree Tavern, Prometheus Dreaming, SOFTBLOW,  Poets’ Choice Zine, Coughsyrup Magazine, Isacoustic, Ethel Zine, Beyond Words, Terror House Magazine, Drunk Monkeys, and Eunoia Review.