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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.
Cusp of Silence
What is the world without Sticky Notes
pushing the envelope using a felt tip pen
dripping cider from the dark Fandango
on the cusp of silence to find the embryo
weighing down the night's larder
hanging from the garter
in twilight's dark woven taffeta forgotten,
unhinged, down corridors of my mind
shodden by the straps clogging
and the old pig iron rusted rind
followed by a screaming omelet
wearing stilettos
in the shadow of the polygamous widow
and Mother Superior's...
pushing the envelope using a felt tip pen
dripping cider from the dark Fandango
on the cusp of silence to find the embryo
weighing down the night's larder
hanging from the garter
in twilight's dark woven taffeta forgotten,
unhinged, down corridors of my mind
shodden by the straps clogging
and the old pig iron rusted rind
followed by a screaming omelet
wearing stilettos
in the shadow of the polygamous widow
and Mother Superior's...
#dark
#erotic
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Haunting, Point of View
Haunting, my point of view,
of the willow flaunting.
It's bunting from the bodice
and waisted petticoats.
From a deeper shade
of its shadow.
To makeshift graves
as dew locks the memories.
Of yesterday's corpses,
haunting, my point of view.
Listening to conversations,
with my tomorrow's.
of the willow flaunting.
It's bunting from the bodice
and waisted petticoats.
From a deeper shade
of its shadow.
To makeshift graves
as dew locks the memories.
Of yesterday's corpses,
haunting, my point of view.
Listening to conversations,
with my tomorrow's.
#philosophical
137 reads
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Falling Whiskers
Painted leaves in costumes,
with the seasonal new faces
of the falling whiskers
dueling the winds,
like de Bergerac
beyond the fleeting gales
of the wuthering twilight
and winter's phlox
in chattering boxes
of the falling whiskers
with the seasonal new faces
of the falling whiskers
dueling the winds,
like de Bergerac
beyond the fleeting gales
of the wuthering twilight
and winter's phlox
in chattering boxes
of the falling whiskers
#inspirational
#nature
#philosophical
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No Secret
in relationship to nature
there is no secret to acorns,
seeds waiting to be trees
that touch the winds.
Mourning the scars
that man has put to thee,
with political thunder
as the world becomes weeds.
there is no secret to acorns,
seeds waiting to be trees
that touch the winds.
Mourning the scars
that man has put to thee,
with political thunder
as the world becomes weeds.
#inspirational
#nature
132 reads
3 Comments
Cannibal of Caffeine
Save the coffee for me, more greed
for my addiction, breeding contempt,
following dark's little planchette
and be a slave to the dreams
and cannibal of caffeine
opening your soul to life's masquerade
avoiding the mundane pocket lint
illuminating the Folger's
and the macabre dripping twilight
sucking the marrow from a latte
and cannibal of caffeine
for my addiction, breeding contempt,
following dark's little planchette
and be a slave to the dreams
and cannibal of caffeine
opening your soul to life's masquerade
avoiding the mundane pocket lint
illuminating the Folger's
and the macabre dripping twilight
sucking the marrow from a latte
and cannibal of caffeine
#dark
170 reads
4 Comments
Kodak Grey Hairs
In the world of macabre and Kodak grey hairs
between the spine of a sardonic old bird
and the essays from the eggs in Graveyard
where the widow sleeps snuggly and sound
shelving the chuckles in the mourning ground
away from life's theatre among the stones
in the world of the macabre, from a crochet jar
between the spine of a sardonic old bird
and the essays from the eggs in Graveyard
where the widow sleeps snuggly and sound
shelving the chuckles in the mourning ground
away from life's theatre among the stones
in the world of the macabre, from a crochet jar
#dark
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Infinite Possibility
in a dream of infinite possibility
with footnotes for imagination
of a tree's philosophy, listening,
to the leaves and metaphors
of infestitesimal whispers
If a tree calls, answer it, listening
to the vibration witnessing
the falling of the acorn opera,
with a moment's interlude
in a dream of infinite possibility
with footnotes for imagination
of a tree's philosophy, listening,
to the leaves and metaphors
of infestitesimal whispers
If a tree calls, answer it, listening
to the vibration witnessing
the falling of the acorn opera,
with a moment's interlude
in a dream of infinite possibility
#inspirational
#nature
#philosophical
159 reads
6 Comments
Scanty Lace of Tides
..with a trace of macabre and algorithms that drive
maddening titillations shedding scanty lace of tides
in silence quills the category of my sinister opine
knocking at the cauldron of delirium's hypnosis
chained to the phallus pyramidion with eyes
sleeping with pachyderms without a face
maddening titillations shedding scanty lace of tides
in silence quills the category of my sinister opine
knocking at the cauldron of delirium's hypnosis
chained to the phallus pyramidion with eyes
sleeping with pachyderms without a face
#dark
158 reads
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Riding Shotgun

#dark
#erotic
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Ordain Synonyms
The menace of macabre, I know,
as curiosity trumps the night,
stroking my appetite, lusting
the loss of my identity
using ordain synonyms
to the hermaphrodites I owe,
a thousand scarabs of grotesque
of the morbid shadows that follow,
distilled semen I swallow,
in my mind Gomorrah
with two phalluses, one for the widow
and one for cryptids, bringing echoes
to my macabre creeping satire,
screaming with my demons,
using ordain synonyms
as curiosity trumps the night,
stroking my appetite, lusting
the loss of my identity
using ordain synonyms
to the hermaphrodites I owe,
a thousand scarabs of grotesque
of the morbid shadows that follow,
distilled semen I swallow,
in my mind Gomorrah
with two phalluses, one for the widow
and one for cryptids, bringing echoes
to my macabre creeping satire,
screaming with my demons,
using ordain synonyms
#dark
#erotic
185 reads
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Punk'd Me an Angel

#dark
#erotic
125 reads
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Death Unhinged

#dark
#erotic
104 reads
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