Submissions by Calamityofgin
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
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Is my hair on fire?
It is the darkness
It is the cloud that hovers it
The dismal fog and fade
From destination
(II was once propelled by its heat)
Now a smoldering
Now a dissension in the ranks
This un-twist of plaited red
And amber
And just a glint
But fading gold
And just a glint
Enough to keep me wandering
Wondering
Bits and pieces
Shoes tossed across the room
My clothes piled in a corner
The smell of coffee scorching on the burner
Tomorrow I might rise and...
It is the darkness
It is the cloud that hovers it
The dismal fog and fade
From destination
(II was once propelled by its heat)
Now a smoldering
Now a dissension in the ranks
This un-twist of plaited red
And amber
And just a glint
But fading gold
And just a glint
Enough to keep me wandering
Wondering
Bits and pieces
Shoes tossed across the room
My clothes piled in a corner
The smell of coffee scorching on the burner
Tomorrow I might rise and...
#sleep
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The Walk of Being
I have felt more dead than I’ve ever been
Half alive and roses
Five rows and a casket
Cracked open slightly
By a jagged thing
Sloughing velvet
The color of my rouge
Underneath
I have watched miles of countless scenery
And the grey and scrubbed tracks of Men
Making their way
Down the highways that never got them there
Disapproval
Disappointment shoveled onto their laps
Like the burden of children
It’s all in a life.. ..
It is all in a life ...
Half alive and roses
Five rows and a casket
Cracked open slightly
By a jagged thing
Sloughing velvet
The color of my rouge
Underneath
I have watched miles of countless scenery
And the grey and scrubbed tracks of Men
Making their way
Down the highways that never got them there
Disapproval
Disappointment shoveled onto their laps
Like the burden of children
It’s all in a life.. ..
It is all in a life ...
#faith
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Bone
It is not a pretty thing..
or any kind of delicate cling
.... the scent of rose hips to pink skin
.... the new morning dew drop
To blade of grass, bent from it....
But more like the red shade
One might see..
Across two yellowed tooth’s
Jagged and arching from a mauvened grin
... teeth like a menacing and red smeared
Ancient ivory and bone menagerie
...
And pouring stink
Pouring stink
It is red and clings and dries to bone
..... and
The bone was used to unleash it
A torrent spill ...
or any kind of delicate cling
.... the scent of rose hips to pink skin
.... the new morning dew drop
To blade of grass, bent from it....
But more like the red shade
One might see..
Across two yellowed tooth’s
Jagged and arching from a mauvened grin
... teeth like a menacing and red smeared
Ancient ivory and bone menagerie
...
And pouring stink
Pouring stink
It is red and clings and dries to bone
..... and
The bone was used to unleash it
A torrent spill ...
#dark
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An Old Woman sings
Is there a death
Or a corpse among us
With the unwilting power
To flower
In face
To transform
Remorse’s course
And not stand in place
With footprints sure
On the edge of obscure
But not a tip toe in to six
And deep
To unshovel the ashes
From out of the heap
A noose who’d unravel
After judges gavel
A careless hood that might show
Sweet hangman’s face
O’ face please lie
Tell me I might not die
Tell me I edge ever still
Towards my infancy
...
Or a corpse among us
With the unwilting power
To flower
In face
To transform
Remorse’s course
And not stand in place
With footprints sure
On the edge of obscure
But not a tip toe in to six
And deep
To unshovel the ashes
From out of the heap
A noose who’d unravel
After judges gavel
A careless hood that might show
Sweet hangman’s face
O’ face please lie
Tell me I might not die
Tell me I edge ever still
Towards my infancy
...
#aging
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The Garden
His eyes black as night hooks
His eyes black as solemn nickels
And to be spent
Perversely
On treats
Poked and prodded
Prayed from the gripping hands
Pried by means
Rough like shoddy tendrils
Of the beggar
Or the mercenary
Of the wino turned soldier
Of dubious fog and haze
He seeks non-combatant
Non-committal
Well turned flesh
White mooned orbs
And a gaze like death
Corseted to her cheeks
A rosened hue
Of chalk and fear
And brings a suddenness ...
His eyes black as solemn nickels
And to be spent
Perversely
On treats
Poked and prodded
Prayed from the gripping hands
Pried by means
Rough like shoddy tendrils
Of the beggar
Or the mercenary
Of the wino turned soldier
Of dubious fog and haze
He seeks non-combatant
Non-committal
Well turned flesh
White mooned orbs
And a gaze like death
Corseted to her cheeks
A rosened hue
Of chalk and fear
And brings a suddenness ...
#fear
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Morning prayer: at the bridge
I breathe
And bridge the gap
I breathe and build a bridge
To the harvest
To the floor of gold and fields
They shiver
But mighty and erect
They carry me
Flowing fields
Of gold and suspension
I breathe
Lungs fresh
Expelling the worst of me
Expelling the best...
Dot ..dot.. dot ..
the time I have carried
By will alone
Against my better judgement
My legs the strongholds
Of many devils and my flesh
I have made the journey prior
Mostly in my skin
My...
And bridge the gap
I breathe and build a bridge
To the harvest
To the floor of gold and fields
They shiver
But mighty and erect
They carry me
Flowing fields
Of gold and suspension
I breathe
Lungs fresh
Expelling the worst of me
Expelling the best...
Dot ..dot.. dot ..
the time I have carried
By will alone
Against my better judgement
My legs the strongholds
Of many devils and my flesh
I have made the journey prior
Mostly in my skin
My...
#faith
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Caught
There is a deer here
.....veers from the head lamps
And shoots his sweltering skin
He slows
And feels alive
His chest heaves
The onslaught of branches
A rocking chair
he is swaddled by the darkness
.....has shed the light
.....veers from the head lamps
And shoots his sweltering skin
He slows
And feels alive
His chest heaves
The onslaught of branches
A rocking chair
he is swaddled by the darkness
.....has shed the light
#anxiety
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Jack
I have grown pedestrian claws
And dip to roam the sidewalks
As if....
the concrete squares below my stealthy
Red shoed curling feet
Were ushering me in
To the gateway
Of the badlands
My mind set:
Bring on the terror dome
This night takes kindly;
Havoc
Trickfuckery
More than one ornery hillbilly
Has nurtured those abilities
Psychological warfare ...
Matured my finesse with it
Far beyond egg yolk
And TP
The thought;
An assault on my sensibilities
A loose grip on my...
And dip to roam the sidewalks
As if....
the concrete squares below my stealthy
Red shoed curling feet
Were ushering me in
To the gateway
Of the badlands
My mind set:
Bring on the terror dome
This night takes kindly;
Havoc
Trickfuckery
More than one ornery hillbilly
Has nurtured those abilities
Psychological warfare ...
Matured my finesse with it
Far beyond egg yolk
And TP
The thought;
An assault on my sensibilities
A loose grip on my...
#Halloween
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Vacation
Interacting with the locals
Carrying baskets
Bulging fresh fruit
And palm tree smacked grin
The sun kissed
And grabbed me by the skin
She danced the light
And smattered it
Across my wrinkled
Up nose
Playful
Kool aid carefreed
Steel drummed
Rolling round plinking and
Plopped down to beach it
While curling toes felt up the sand
I just lay
And soaked up the Rastafarian
Three man band
And the toke of spliff
And the toke of...
Carrying baskets
Bulging fresh fruit
And palm tree smacked grin
The sun kissed
And grabbed me by the skin
She danced the light
And smattered it
Across my wrinkled
Up nose
Playful
Kool aid carefreed
Steel drummed
Rolling round plinking and
Plopped down to beach it
While curling toes felt up the sand
I just lay
And soaked up the Rastafarian
Three man band
And the toke of spliff
And the toke of...
#beach
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A horse called West
There was an infinite horse called West
He cantered Stallion chest
Heaving, thrusting forward
Beads of salted sweat
To the throttled floor
And hardened salt bed flats
With gifts of pound and precision
The grand machinery of nature
Without untimely death
To reign the beast in
Mortality can appear a noose
Even when the hangman has just cause
And the look of a saint
Beneath his dark hood
West had no knowledge
Of discourage
opposable thumbs were not in his
Chocolate brown make up ...
He cantered Stallion chest
Heaving, thrusting forward
Beads of salted sweat
To the throttled floor
And hardened salt bed flats
With gifts of pound and precision
The grand machinery of nature
Without untimely death
To reign the beast in
Mortality can appear a noose
Even when the hangman has just cause
And the look of a saint
Beneath his dark hood
West had no knowledge
Of discourage
opposable thumbs were not in his
Chocolate brown make up ...
#fate
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The bird
Here I lie
Jeckel and Hyde’d
And I’m in stitches
It was meant..
A rhetorical question
But he answered strangely enough
He must have thought me sincere
Poor boy
And my foolish grin
Because he looks to me
A drowned cat
Gnarled and soaking tail
Between wobbly steps
As he surreptitiously
Circumvents meeting
My lively eye
My eye
And spread teeth
That hold bits of gilt
(Feathers of the canary himself)
Poking out
I giggle on impulse
A reflex that spreads ...
Jeckel and Hyde’d
And I’m in stitches
It was meant..
A rhetorical question
But he answered strangely enough
He must have thought me sincere
Poor boy
And my foolish grin
Because he looks to me
A drowned cat
Gnarled and soaking tail
Between wobbly steps
As he surreptitiously
Circumvents meeting
My lively eye
My eye
And spread teeth
That hold bits of gilt
(Feathers of the canary himself)
Poking out
I giggle on impulse
A reflex that spreads ...
#frustration
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The Lake
I stand before her
She is bold and blue
And cracks
With boning pressure and the shock of release
To bobbing sternum sheath
As if the chest
Of this now breathing frozen lake
Intubated by the will
And warm might of the sun
It’s rays like pumping hands
She moans
And underneath the sloshing of Iced veins
As they push through
Newborn
A magic shot
Shudders through
And shouts entrapment
Corrupting the silent calm
Sentinel of the wild
They stand watching ...
She is bold and blue
And cracks
With boning pressure and the shock of release
To bobbing sternum sheath
As if the chest
Of this now breathing frozen lake
Intubated by the will
And warm might of the sun
It’s rays like pumping hands
She moans
And underneath the sloshing of Iced veins
As they push through
Newborn
A magic shot
Shudders through
And shouts entrapment
Corrupting the silent calm
Sentinel of the wild
They stand watching ...
#nature
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