Submissions by PaleSkies
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Been writing for years. I love raw humor or dark. At times I overcook my words but that's what I do. The dark cannot hurt you unless you are drowning in emotions.
DARK POEM
Published
1st Mar 2023 2:40pm
1st Mar 2023 2:40pm
My Karaoke
When twilight is gone
and there is only cocaine
the carrion birds clinging
hanging on to the veins
"here's spit on your grave,
you ain't no maiden in the nave"
as the bartender becomes my karaoke
knocking back two-bit whiskey,
listening to the red coyote,
whispering, get off my heart attack
autopsy, lobotomy,
remembering September,
necrophilia and all that shit,
remembering schizophrenia
"Goodbye Joe, me gotta go,
when there's nothing better,
then castration...
and there is only cocaine
the carrion birds clinging
hanging on to the veins
"here's spit on your grave,
you ain't no maiden in the nave"
as the bartender becomes my karaoke
knocking back two-bit whiskey,
listening to the red coyote,
whispering, get off my heart attack
autopsy, lobotomy,
remembering September,
necrophilia and all that shit,
remembering schizophrenia
"Goodbye Joe, me gotta go,
when there's nothing better,
then castration...
#dark
139 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
1st Mar 2023 1:52am
1st Mar 2023 1:52am
Hello Demon; Goodnight
Juiced up madness in the dark's latte
bleached until running under your bed
lollipop, lollipop, skinny chin chin
tripping on a tango's stiletto
lost in the ecstasy of twilight's insanity
raining down death's sweet tooth
tangled in my obsession
somewhere in the archives
lollipop, lollipop, skinny chin chin
bleached until running under your bed
from the womb's screaming mango
lost in the translation, me being bad
bleached until running under your bed
lollipop, lollipop, skinny chin chin
tripping on a tango's stiletto
lost in the ecstasy of twilight's insanity
raining down death's sweet tooth
tangled in my obsession
somewhere in the archives
lollipop, lollipop, skinny chin chin
bleached until running under your bed
from the womb's screaming mango
lost in the translation, me being bad
#dark
190 reads
4 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Feb 2023 9:11pm
28th Feb 2023 9:11pm
Black Shade Paper Roses
In lieu of black shade paper roses
of yesterday's shadowed petals
an aura of mysterious ambiguous
painting the twilight blue
touched by the dripping tallow
sealing the parchment kiss
as Celtic angels wing the wind
a dream connecting all things
in lieu of black shade paper roses
of yesterday's shadowed petals
an aura of mysterious ambiguous
painting the twilight blue
touched by the dripping tallow
sealing the parchment kiss
as Celtic angels wing the wind
a dream connecting all things
in lieu of black shade paper roses
#philosophical
177 reads
4 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
28th Feb 2023 1:16am
28th Feb 2023 1:16am
Bury Me Not In My Rip Van Winkle
Death be me a hag, dark's seduction,
of my mind's poetic inglorious
and floor-shine shoes.
Standing in line at Dunkin' Donuts,
when I could have done hearse,
but bury me not in my Rip Van Winkle.
Swatting green flies at my foreskin
with a Saturday night fever.
Thinking I'm John Travolta,
neath my dandified ascot,
with rumors of a decaying corpse,
but bury me not in my Rip Van Winkle.
of my mind's poetic inglorious
and floor-shine shoes.
Standing in line at Dunkin' Donuts,
when I could have done hearse,
but bury me not in my Rip Van Winkle.
Swatting green flies at my foreskin
with a Saturday night fever.
Thinking I'm John Travolta,
neath my dandified ascot,
with rumors of a decaying corpse,
but bury me not in my Rip Van Winkle.
#dark
179 reads
0 Comments
SONG LYRICS
Published
26th Feb 2023 5:42pm
26th Feb 2023 5:42pm
Popping Me A Chubby
Feeding on empathy galloping endlessly
avenging a shoe-fit ghost of my insanity,
Oh see, see see, rider
knee-deep in seed, of the birdseed feed
chilling out in the back forty weeds,
popping me a chubby
tipping a tongue-tied ginny
slip sliding in twilight's mustard
oozing at sundown
Oh see, see see, rider,
sipping a wild martini
with a gathering of crows
among the gorse
riding a dead horse
popping me a chubby
avenging a shoe-fit ghost of my insanity,
Oh see, see see, rider
knee-deep in seed, of the birdseed feed
chilling out in the back forty weeds,
popping me a chubby
tipping a tongue-tied ginny
slip sliding in twilight's mustard
oozing at sundown
Oh see, see see, rider,
sipping a wild martini
with a gathering of crows
among the gorse
riding a dead horse
popping me a chubby
#StreamOfConsciousness
209 reads
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
22nd Feb 2023 10:23pm
22nd Feb 2023 10:23pm
If The Spackle Fits
I am Sar Gumm. Recently graduated from a home correspondence embalming school. The Air Force uses B52 balmers.
The Gumms as a family of inbreeds and a long line of renaissance undertakers. We take our jobs seriously so don't fight the backhoe if you hear a knocking on the door. Business is slow because of the competition. We had to sell our 1954 Studebaker hearse to CarMax to help pay the bills.
We take pride in using the best Home Depot drywall spackle to bring a corpse back to anatomically correct genitalia. People have been watching too much Oprah and dunking...
The Gumms as a family of inbreeds and a long line of renaissance undertakers. We take our jobs seriously so don't fight the backhoe if you hear a knocking on the door. Business is slow because of the competition. We had to sell our 1954 Studebaker hearse to CarMax to help pay the bills.
We take pride in using the best Home Depot drywall spackle to bring a corpse back to anatomically correct genitalia. People have been watching too much Oprah and dunking...
#funny
276 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Feb 2023 5:20pm
22nd Feb 2023 5:20pm
Nightlight On The Minnow Bucket
Your nightlight has burned out on your minnow bait bucket-chamber pot combination. Your Rottweiler just ate a tire off your granny's Kawasaki. A key is in the mailbox, but only an Orangutan came on in. Rue Paul called, just to say, "hello." Then ask. "How is it hanging?" When only yesterday, you put your penis in the blender.
Cheetos forever, or what! What can be achieved by being a cheese puff with an enema stuck up your ass? Why dress like a woman when you can't change the pox in your neanderthal brain? You can't spell Mississippi but you can fart Dixie. Watch a NASCAR race on...
Cheetos forever, or what! What can be achieved by being a cheese puff with an enema stuck up your ass? Why dress like a woman when you can't change the pox in your neanderthal brain? You can't spell Mississippi but you can fart Dixie. Watch a NASCAR race on...
#ignorance
239 reads
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
22nd Feb 2023 2:58am
22nd Feb 2023 2:58am
By The Time, She Gets To Phoenix
What is it about memento mori, that she didn't understand? She was a good ol' dame but came up lame in the fast lane of life, knocking back nachos. Then came the corpse and the fairy in the morgue, that stole her love from Uncle Hurley. Harry is something unique and whacked his thingy off for a bluetail fly in his tackle box, alongside the pinto beans and home fries. Now cry me a river, as I watched Aunt Harriet rise. A little bit dead, in a state of zombified. Naked as a plate of sopped possum liver. If only Uncle Hurley could see her now, he has the clap and a swollen member. But what's...
#funny
253 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
17th Jan 2023 4:52pm
17th Jan 2023 4:52pm
From Cocoon Of Man
At dawn's beginning dropping a feather
the worm has turned
to dark wings from the cocoon of man
staining the shore of Galilee
addicted to the destruction
of making a wish
a terrible worm was I
hanging from an apple tree
playing the fiddle to Eve's kettle
of green flies and pathologists
bringing home carrion
bearing dead fish
the worm has turned
to dark wings from the cocoon of man
staining the shore of Galilee
addicted to the destruction
of making a wish
a terrible worm was I
hanging from an apple tree
playing the fiddle to Eve's kettle
of green flies and pathologists
bringing home carrion
bearing dead fish
#dark
353 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
12th Jan 2023 3:21pm
12th Jan 2023 3:21pm
Death, Counting Coup
As black teeth are to ghosts
playing nave to my grave
macabre smiles dreadful host
drawing from my cigarette
death may be at my door
as a cyclops with a blind eye
counting coup
of death's nicotine
playing nave to my grave
staining my gums
playing nave to my grave
macabre smiles dreadful host
drawing from my cigarette
death may be at my door
as a cyclops with a blind eye
counting coup
of death's nicotine
playing nave to my grave
staining my gums
#dark
#death
415 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Jan 2023 7:50pm
11th Jan 2023 7:50pm
Naked Cigarette
Go down death on this road
weep not for me, death is a tradition
the instigator, snapping fingers
laying still in the prone position
playing catchup for those
who have gone to bone
rolling a naked cigarette
as the moon hangs a crowded grave
weep not for me, death is a tradition
the instigator, snapping fingers
laying still in the prone position
playing catchup for those
who have gone to bone
rolling a naked cigarette
as the moon hangs a crowded grave
#death
406 reads
2 Comments
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