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Stories by adagio

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Cornish Hen

Spawning the dead with the night's lilliputians. When I was but a loose nail in a granite garden. But a corpse must grow too dark heights of blue veins and all those lovely things. That tickle the bones of insomnia's cravings. But beware of the caffeine. It keeps one awake with a better dream than yesterday. Spawning the dead with the night's lilliputians. Now, I but a Cornish hen.     ...Read On

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God's Pilot Light

Darkness is my pilot light. Slipping the bonds of twilight. Letting dreams come to me, as I listen to the evening bells. No dreams too far, to touch my star. That embraces the truth of who you are. A winter's solstice, closer to God.  Slipping the bonds of twilight.  Darkness is my pilot light.   ...Read On

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Marlboro

Sentinels of the flickering night in a cold corner of my cozy mind scratching the sulfurous match   from my mind's dark humidor listening to vespers screaming fleshless with Rosary of bones scratching the sulfurous match   with a shadow of the Marlboro man and long finger reaching from the nave.    ...Read On

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Crossing Paths

Deep be her verdant green eyes. Wanderlust of dark withers. With a hymn of the silent night. In my dreams, dripping lust from the collarbone of the gothic moon. Beneath the willows crossing paths, like shadows of daffodils, blooming silence. Deep be her verdant green eyes of thimbles and stones. In rows of granite mahogany. As my dreams run backward. Listening to the crying.        ...Read On

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Bohemian Butterflies

With little poems to help me rise, a new day   Bohemian butterflies smiling my way crossing paths in the moonlight's glow so that I won't wander off again  beneath dark clouds of loneliness  and my mind's portmanteau  with little poems to help me rise, a new day   Bohemian butterflies smiling my way.        ...Read On

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Dreaming

Do we ever stop dreaming, will the sun melt,  where does night go when the moon sleeps,  are there rainbows, when the clouds cry, do we ever stop dreaming, if the felt-tip dries?    ...Read On

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Darkness Is

When darkness is a deck of Bicycle Playing Cards   and the powers I assume reflecting my style  and I the Ace of Space, fit for any widow fading to black in Gothic slippery through my fingers of lasting memories when darkness is a deck of Bicycle Playing Cards.    ...Read On

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Dark Razors

Self-inflicted dark splatter with a handle of mahogany. Straight from the quill of my Gothic literature, of memories and laughter when we were but razors. Now withering with rage on a shadow's stage of bones. A gruesome couple filtering the harmony of life. Bleeding the veins beneath the cloistered moonlight. Now the crimson clot thickens bringing with it the pain of memories and laughter....Read On

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Litmus Test

With all my fears of death   now a litmus test in silence   no more pain of loneliness    in a world of the bee's nose    with butterfly wings of gold  and God's everlasting potpourri   in the valley of heaven's dawn   comforting me in prayer.    ...Read On

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Faints Low

In dark, I ask for no forgiveness for the wrought of my iniquity  as the twilight faints low  and then came the screaming over my withering sanity  of the chameleon's shadow  a trick of the light as the twilight faints low.  ...Read On

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Color Of Frogs

Near the pond, a Granny Smith with little green apples the color of frogs who choir at the watering hole spring-fed from cinnamon cider beneath the tree of life and freshly mown grass the color of frogs with little green apples.    ...Read On

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Covered In Dust

Now but memories covered in dust. The little red wagon of bygone years. That traveled many miles over concrete cracks. Now but memories covered in rust. But the hurt lingers, of shadows and broken wheels. As my baby sister smiles with her decay and empty eye sockets. Beyond the grave of stone and earth tones where angels fast until spring. Now but memories covered in dust. Just a moment away...Read On

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Tenderly

Like feathers falling at night  with a thorn for every rose  grains of sand in God's hand    silent flowers of petals sweet   with the attar of love reflecting the moonlight in the woodlands and meadows  so tenderly the honeybee rest  like feathers falling at night  with a thorn for every rose.     ...Read On

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Spewing My Coocoo With Algorithms

Night bears witness, with the dark of the eyesores. Dripping from webs of pale cataracts. In silence as the oysters of rainfall. Like a mist. An invocation of madness to my mind's pendulum. With metaphors of rum, done right, and the profane jesters for poet's daily bread. In my hand's deformity as I dot my I's. Before the ink dries and coagulates. As I cork the bottle of rum's night...Read On

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Soylent

With soylent snack bars of night from your love's ingredients  before and after twilight as my soul resounds  giving rise to my stout  over your pale flowing ice  with soylent snack bars of night.  ...Read On

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Midnight Insomnia

From the wardrobe my mom eternally sleeps, as she thimbles my midnight insomnia. The door squeaks open on tarnished hinges of echoes. Rusty hangers. Hungry moths and frayed clothes. No light, no candle. Just dark and me in my all alone. As a silence of a sleeve touch my cheek. Cracking open my bladder, as the eyes of a canine seek. I spill my M&M'S.       ...Read On

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Life's Chapter

Deep I sleep in my eternal wear with a breath of dark's silence  dead as granite in death's stone my bounty lays in my crate.    My bones are here, my soul is not  raising my caul to the top  as crows await a filthy feast  cursing over my ignis fatuus.    Marked by a shadow's solstice   and cold winds of black Mariah  tentacles of worms suck my marrow  dripping my viscera.  Deep I sleep in...Read On

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Graves For Let

Graves for let, in obscurity alone in ice with stones of bones away from the sun  wilted flower burning sulfurous fate of insomnia's pain ground to caffeine  through the eye of the dark night  graves for let, in obscurity alone in ice.    ...Read On

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Twilight's Breath

From a shadow of dusk, a petal of twilight's breath  like a rose of thorns crawling across the floor  to touch my lips before the echoes of night as your shadow becomes my prayer a petal of twilight's breath with a kiss.    ...Read On

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Shadows Of

Raining down shadows of cypress leaves. The bog's clock, tick-tocks dark souls, I have known. Paled as heaven's tarnished pewter, walking through the wickets of Hades. As the cicada imps screech, from my mind's journal. The lights wink out as I sleep, a dreamer of dreams. Raining down shadows of cypress leaves. Reaching out to bury me, as the siren's of autumn gives me new life. Caressing...Read On

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Drip A Rainbow

Dreams are like clouds of white eiderdown floating away like balloons in a land of Oz my wonderland of stars and bright dippers  as I sleep alone in my elsewhere of night   listening to rain drip a rainbow.   ...Read On

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Waiting

Without the sun there would be no raining silk  living and breathing in the gospel of my soul  in the silence of raptures of God's shadow  on the bright side of the rainbow far from the dark of past memories  waiting for the chariot to carry me home.  ...Read On

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Putting My Loving On

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Putting my loving on memories  touching your photograph and watching you smile  listening to your whisper as God takes a breath   before calling me home putting my loving on memories.     ...Read On

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To Much Caffeine

It was an early rise, that I drew back the curtain on the autumn's frost. Watching shadows in the sky, of madmen on carousels. Realizing, I was losing my sanity. "Or, was it too much caffeine?"  My wife was having none of it because she was dead. Trussed up in bed like a turkey. Sucking on a lollipop with a hole in her head. A hole, that I could stick my tongue through and taste her...Read On

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Glory Of

Sail on, my butterfly of Spring's dawning   beneath a soft canopy of God's blue sky  gliding on majestic wings of rainbows  descending on a gazebo of white clouds   over water-wheels of Spring cascading   awakening to the glory of nature.   ...Read On

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Yesterday

Yesterday a butterfly, on the fly today the rain of Spring, April brings then came the rose, with a scent of you touching my nose without arms, just two wings.  ...Read On

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Never Cold Again

Acquainted with the night. Time given to explore,  with shade of twilight's encore. Beside silent streams,  in shadows of crimson roses. Beneath the golden moon,  a sunset woven of soft lights.Time given to explore, the glory of life. Never to be cold again.   ...Read On

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Best Fauntleroy

Particles of death lay beneath stone, of gristle and marrow. Chiseled with reference to. In my slippery state of being bones. Wishing I wasn't alone. Two percent bleach, with a bottle of Red. Butterflies between my teeth with a condiment of being Dead. Dressed in my best Fauntleroy, with the devil in my phone. Connecting me to my widow, beneath another stone....Read On

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COVID-19

Slowly the curtain comes down, dark rises over catacombs and ossuaries of bones  regurgitating the dialysis of my death  as the tallow drips my impending journey awakening a moth of my sinning quill  across the barren lands of COVID-19.   ...Read On

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Puppeteer

The imps of twilight light upon a broken stitch  of life's hypocrisy and death's sewing basket the thimble be mine and thread be strife like a puppeteer in Hell from gothic shell two steps from Sodom and Gomorrah pulling the strings of Armageddon shaking the salt.     ...Read On

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Ashes From My Meerschaum

Frozen dark of dreams melting  on broken wings awaiting dawn  spinning like wild dervishes  tapping the pane of my insane dripping into a puddle of night ashes from my meerschaum pipe like a faucet with a pale scream  so satanic the nightmares curse   falling on my exposed heart   of bleeding rivers in my veins in my mind's stinging syringe clotting my next verse  on broken wings awaiting dawn....Read On

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Shadow Of Gertrude Jekyll

It was a melancholia of the rose, and thorns of my dark compose. With a spiritual ardor of love on the cusp of mysterious. In shadow of Gertrude Jekyll paling to a night shade. As my pen drips it's nectar with a damask fragrance, from the atomizer's mist. Warming me with a kiss beneath the pantomime moon. With a breath of life's refresh. Climbing the trellis at twilight, paling to a night...Read On

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Tootle_Foot

As I tootle-foot along the way  over costal dreams and streams through meadows of yesterday and marigolds of butterfly wings bubbling life's champagne  crickets fiddle fantasia's quadrille  over stepping stones and 'morrows where love covers every bough   hearing the piccolos fife over costal dreams and streams of sandcastles in the air as I tootle-foot along the way.   ...Read On

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Pyres Of Dawn

Silence on wings of brightly colored sparrows today and tomorrow in a forest of woods hearing the bellow of my own ghost so soon the everlasting calls before the pyres of dawn  scampering over rushing waters  splitting seams in my daydreams  of obsidian carolers  for my eyes have seen the glory  today and tomorrow in a forest of woods.     ...Read On

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Barren Waste

Splendid light now growing dim  'neath twilight on moon's rim  over dark rivers of pale veins  of barren waste as we kiss throbbing to the veil  flooding earth tone bones  of the torrential night over dark rivers of pale veins.  ...Read On

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Curmudgeon Crackers

Little curmudgeon crackers  bitter to the taste of my words   and disco lights of memories  swarming a corner of new life  warming my marigold seeds planting thee my troth   in a pocketful of shade  to keep the jackals from eating   little curmudgeon crackers  bitter to the taste of my words   speckled with love's powdered kisses.  ...Read On

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The Fiddleback

In my mind's cabal, where I play with arcanery  a place where no one knows what is up there  but the ink drips with my typos  and my thoughts scroll a thunder. As the fiddleback chasuble pushes dusk poncho   of darkness screaming the Holy Communion in my mind's cabal, where I play with arcanery  and the clerics who heal my soul....Read On

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Scampering Over Saucers

Falling a twilight moon of wood sprites Rushing waters of silent earth   Scampering over saucers swinging in trees Bringing out katydids a midnight symphony  Letting the dusk be a bell ring  Of the owl's twilight swaying dance On a canvas of God's landscape   Rushing waters of silent earth   Scampering over saucers swinging in trees.  ...Read On

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Gibbons Of Night

Addicted to the gibbons of night in a thick-walled womb of dark   from my mind's middle earth  with winds like a didgeridoo  listening to you cry  as I peel you a grape with sweetness of your touch ambushed by an angel addicted to the gibbons of night.  ...Read On

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Ever Calls

So soon, the lasting of ever calls to God's meadows in winter green  with paisley rainbows and ambrosia  in séance with the breeze  so soft the bosom of my faith the grapes of heaven's vineyard  raining down Chardonnay with shadows painted of love  so soon, the lasting of ever calls.  ...Read On

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Bones

Twilight is now, wearing the shroud of night looking down on the souls of foggy sods  over dunes of freshly laid stones  fueled by decaying whores   through the darkness, they will pass  into the arms of embers born  laced in smoking corsets of bones  and wilted tattoos of death's potpourri.  ...Read On

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Showerhead

Night pours from the showerhead as hills roll down to the soggy bottom and frogs leap into my grave with unquenchable thirst  to feast upon my bed that smell of their own head  as Achilles tendon of dawn breaks night pours from the showerhead.  ...Read On

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Wings Come Sweeping

Peacefully sleeping, my wings come sweeping beneath the gleaming moon, doom creeping to lit upon your marble stone covering bones drawing closer, ever near, knuckles clicking  over your pale chest, your mortis weeping     sweet tympany of death, bustle hustling   in your chiming grave, the crowd cheering  with the music of "Auld Lang Syne," singing   in a bitter wind, dark and...Read On

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Brightest Moon

Shaking the willows of my mind brightest moon, come Autumn   hanging low, touching memories  over the aspens of night beneath a cradle of God swung listening to the loneliness  coming out from the willows  brightest moon, come Autumn ...Read On

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Pieridae

I'll see you in the Spring, winged butterflies  playing catch-up from the winter's past  from the dark's torch I have hidden   and now my eyes have seen the glory  the angels of Pieridae with brush-footed halos i'll see you in the Spring, winged butterflies ...Read On

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Thus The Winds

The winds of lariat catching me a rainbow  sleeping in the charm of the noon-day sun   listening to the rain whisper your name   longing for breath in shadow of your death   as our kisses settle on a prayer... Am I thus the winds of a lariat.  ...Read On

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Grim Acres

Swallowing me in the darkness  passing through a sieve  in shadows of cypress knees through snags and trees  and echoes from antebellum seeking to bury me in the bayou with its grim anchors  listening to the zydeco  feeling the juju cry  of weightlessness as I begin to sink pulling me down into the jambalaya swallowing me in the darkness  with your swollen legs and veins of green frogs       ...Read On

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A Little This

With a little this, and a little that something to amuse myself perhaps memories of guacamole or a cat cradle with strings winding around your fingers silence whispers, reading Gunga Din baa baa baby have you kissed my shadow with a little this, and a little that a little birdie told me so ...Read On

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Pygmies On The Mississippi

Death ran amuck in the family. I was born in a mortician's portmanteau as he absconded. Remind me to look up that word. "Absconded." In my youth, mom tossed me out a window. Thinking I was Amelia Earhart. I spread my arms. Picked up on the radar as a UFO. Unidentified Flying Ostrich. Shot down with a bottle rocket.  It was the early years, that I keep close to my heart, As If a tire...Read On

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Green Flies

It was an early rise, that I drew back the curtain on the autumn's frost. Watching shadows in the sky, of madmen on carousels. Realizing, I was losing my sanity. "Or, was it too much caffeine!"  My wife was having none of it because she was dead. Trussed up in bed like a turkey. Sucking on a lollipop with a hole in her head. A hole, that I could stick my tongue through and taste her...Read On

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Blood Red Tattoo

With a roguish tongue of my pen's tickler   each note a staccato of euphoria  of God's panacea and love notes inking my heart's blood red tattoo as turtle doves seal the envelope  with a coo of early morn stirring my mind's umbrella   inking my heart's blood red tattoo  ...Read On

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Dark's Karaoke

Shallow the light in my mind's labyrinth   with talons of picador wings like a voyeur peeping at a fetus  of Michelangelo's David Festering in the womb night of uterus   hanging by a thread in balsamic vinegar  as I whisper to the ghost, god sent    on a red-eye flight of dark's karaoke     Cataracting through your veins  on my gothic embryo's tambourine  sipping your blood's crimson...Read On

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Cloven Dark

To the ends of the cloven dark  not of earth her bosom locks  from her uterus well worn  where the night is born   as the torrent of winter calls   rising of the tempest beat  beneath the cold Medina walls  a place I can sleep dreaming of flowers and trees  with an innocent heart  of my passion and cankering chair  to the ends of the cloven dark    ...Read On

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Gate Wick

Striking a lucifer to the gate wick a song sung twilight serenade of silence in my alto lost verses I have sung as the tallow drips Death stalking my shadow feeling it's cold breath like fingers of mist climbing a rung of dreams from the womb to the dark Over the nave of graves and past linguists of my poetry being carnal through the eye of a cyclops striking a lucifer to the gate wick    ...Read On

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Foolish Clown

Although a foolish clown among my peers pulling puppet strings the world is my piccolo sweet pears of twilight and poetic things hopping over mushrooms eating wild oats and old poets quotes among my peers pulling puppet strings...Read On

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Crimson Glass Rose

Through the night of crimson glass rose with dark shards of a cold winter's mask   loving the way it catches the moon light   touching drops of crimson glass rose  in a garden of thorns bleeding red collecting the crystal snow flakes   sweet attar of crimson glass rose  lasting forever, twilight's bell rung   loving the way it catches the moon light   through the night of crimson glass...Read On

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Galleons Of Dark

As galleons of dark clouds thunder and I under duress of the rum  sweet it be but no friend to mine   playing Ace of the devil's walleye Two verses in two verses stout  of my erogenous personification   with wings of a gluttonous jackal  sucking the teat of night  As galleons of dark clouds thunder my pen's blunderbuss sows seeds playing Ace of the devil's walleye of my glorious antiquity   ...Read On

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Two Pebbles

With two pebbles of yesterday in my Pina Colada, at Hotel Dementia. Now my hair of grey, has worn the years of poetic seasons, but my wife is still my cotton candy. It wasn't so long ago that I was a barker of words and funnel cakes at the carnival. Where unicorns danced and swayed beneath the spotlights as the peanuts cracked.     As a young lad, I dreamed of little red-lemon turtles...Read On

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Hell's Depot

In my mind's insecurity blue veins  like a meandering rose on a ladder climbing through a window of night to the collector of souls  With wings of a dark angel  waiting at hell's depot  dripping its sumac   like a sluicing sleuth  Into the shadows of my destination  and willows that grow chains  sweet cyanides' flirtation   in my mind's insecurity blue veins   ...Read On

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Shadow Fade

Today I watched your shadow fade to inhale the eternal dark no more whispers, no more sighs just cold sucking you away no more scent, no more breath   just the pendulum swing...Read On

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Bump Less Night

Need dark to bump less light   with a creaking of the door   in my space raining insomnia   of my poetic Dicken's   Auctioning my death's portfolio   hearing the jackals cant scaling the skin of my oblivion   roaming starless nights     Merrily, merrily in life's dreams wherever the dark goes   my ink will scroll   with a creaking of the door...Read On

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Touching Silence

Touching silence in dreams no more the reams willows genuflect on my pillow     sweet winds of the piccolo   on God's carousel of unicorns   flying with gilded wings     Whispering my story   beneath the hanging moss   in palms as angels choir   on eternal glided swings   returning me home   touching silence in dreams...Read On

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Tinker

In my poetic dreams often in silence as the wind blows through the sorrels  of rainbows with steps spiraling like a carousel with wings  Beneath god's parasol  through the eyes of a child  building towers with Tinker toys  with moats and bubbly brooks  Flowing with ambrosia's scent of oranges and coconuts  over the rapids of my mind waiting for the yellow school bus...Read On

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Whimsy

It was a wistful longing for the night winds that had me pawing dark's sensuality. As my breath condensate in a brume of sooted smoke from the nearby chimneys. And I grinning a grin of a harlequin. As I lit the gaslights, a choir in the distance harken a carol. "O come all ye faithful..." Beneath my button britches my manhood twitched, with Old Nick's itch. And with a glint in my monocle...Read On

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Tambourines Of A Winter's Song

The night was chilled as frost stuck to the pane like crystals of diamonds in your blue eyes the moon was pale as you hung about the window a shadow whispering a cold December rain As night fell under the orange pale moon with a rustling of leaves from the trees deep lays the snow about the willows like a cold wind banging tambourines Gazing upon your beauty with fascination fire of...Read On

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Scented

In melancholia with scented sticks  of the winter gardens nostalgia in poetic solitude of nothingness   God bless eternity, listing to crickets beneath the tender leaves  of brocaded memories and snow    ...Read On

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Twilight Burning

Diddling with my crazies, phantoms, twilight burning,  on the edge of my infirmity. Trying to hold on to my soul,  scratching with my fingers,  the weevils in this deep hole.  Damn! this place is like sloe gin,  feeling the stretch marks, wearing Old Nick's socks. Dark like an old harlot's tongue, with tits that fit my mitt, phantoms, twilight burning.  Now late for my borscht, ...Read On

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Way Past The Tacos

Being zero dark thirty, way past the tacos as insomnia runs amok in my asinine rhymes of indigestion as I regurgitate my ghost   chained to Audacity's petticoat   and the salsa of my somber as she plays nickels and dimes on my corpse with the chuckling of toads crawling shutting off the lights of my eyes as the wheels of the hearse go spinning being zero dark thirty, way past the tacos...Read On

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Dark Zinfandel

Dark Zinfandel, dripping exotic notes  sweet of your nectar, my lips parched   by the winds in the fields of your inferno's ecstasy  for I am your magician  dipping into your flute  dark Zinfandel, dripping exotic notes   ...Read On

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Dark Is At My Elbow

Dark is at my elbow pushing life aside  as I play hermit to my verses loosening screws to your inner sanctum in the silence of the dripping tallow and the moth's fanning wings   of my mind's chimney sweep in death's game of Tic-Tac-Toe of your breath marking the spot and your blood's lactation today's marrow, tomorrow's stone and pale crocus of pussy willow bones of sweet nectar for my...Read On

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Auntie's Etcetera

In my mind's repertoire of darkness with a catheter and piss-pot and my dear old auntie's etcetera strychnine that could kill a horse a collection of poetic literature from my inkwell and thesaurus collaborating with a dark angel in an autonomous zone in Seattle with 911 tattooed on her tits in my mind's repertoire of darkness and my dear old auntie's etcetera  ...Read On

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Love Is

Love is the strings of my dark verses sweet the melancholia of romantic wings soft as a waltz of my gray ghost breathing in the sky blue wonder   and the clouds of snow-white tapioca laying my hands on your granite stone...Read On

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Time Echoing

In my dreams, I can feel the love feel your breath touch my soul seeing reflections in your eyes eyes of stones gazing at me   From a garden of gnomes with hanging ivy of green on the banks of the Euphrates near our Babylon And as the butterfly with wings dance on a sirocco, wind chimes I see reflections in your eyes happy tears made of pearls With tides and love in the sands where angels...Read On

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Hearing The Whispers Of Gandhi

Hearing the whispers of Gandhi but people would not listen now its spread to our shores and hatred is contagious like a plague of locust   looting and burning Shouting "no more guns" yet they produce violent movies and paint graffiti on churches in the name of peace as they throw bricks at cops creating a new state, Chaz I am a white man, a brown man also I am American who has sinned yet...Read On

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Something Blue

From your pale, something blue taken away by a nocturnal gale now an angel with gossamer wings so frail as winter winds blow sweet ashes of your potpourri from your pale, something blue  ...Read On

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Heaven's Scent

I caught a breath of you crossing paths on the way to Nirvana as the sky opens like an ampoule and down fell Heaven's scent like a latte of foaming milk on a cold winter's night as we kissed...Read On

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Elmer Fudd Can't Have His Gun Anymore

Elmer Fudd can't have his gun anymore, but you can have bricks, methamphetamines, and dyn-o-mite to blow smithereens.   Along the way in a peaceful caravan, leaving prints in the sand of pickem-up trucks, carrying hammers and baseball bats.   Can I hear a Hallelujah Amen,   for a bogus twenty dollar bill, and a bucket of gray matter.   "Shh. Be vewy vewy quiet."  ...Read On

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Letting The Good Times Rolls

The end of the beginning, who is there to sweep up when anarchy rules, who will bury the corpses or scatter the ashes, when there is no bye and bye, just evil, letting the good times roll, when anarchy rules....Read On

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Quintessential Omens

In the night of autumn calm quiet of the fallen leaves yet with love in your eyes with quintessential omens As the silence is magic to my ears with a renaissance in the forest of the oaks and spawning of the acorns As your breath touch my lips with quintessential omens and flutes of the meadowlark with golden wings Like an angel in flight   a mythical dream so beautiful in the night of...Read On

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Songs I Have Sung

With incense of lust and molten semen like tallow, my manhood diddled    in obsidian blood of poetic ashes burning feeling the pain of songs I have sung in my long tooth, the anatomy of a whore with the ink of the macabre as I fiddled her thingamabob  ...Read On

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Heaven's Quilt

For a moment's dream as stars twinkled down like the snow of cotton as the yellow moon hung a sunflower smile while crossing over a new world beyond making love on heaven's quilt as stars twinkled down...Read On

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Ghosting In Woolen

I have no time for shallowness or dandelions that last one puff just incinerating into seeds like Scarlett O'Hara with promiscuity, everything falls With testosterone in my pen I should have been on cocaine   Poe was a true poet Ebeneezer Scrooge just a name now all I write is just text Ghosting in woolen chilled to the bone waiting to become a one tome urge as the shadow of death hovers...Read On

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Snow Of The Mallow

Dancing with me in a shadow of cello with flowing tears of tallow as we sweep the moon of stardust until the swallows return home to resin the strings of a rainbow as snow of the mallow falls...Read On

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Stay Calm

A long time since my words lived                     pale in the eyes of my disposition with a breath no more in my ignition As if a conductor on the balustrade   now gone to task with a mortician with a shadow of death in my audition Feeling your kiss upon my brow with lips of the burying widow for there ain't no sunset when dredged With a breath no more in my ignition now gone the way...Read On

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Every Drop You Drip

With every drop of your blood's bouquet looking at ashes on a grate full of the cold dead intoxicating me with a coppery taste like caffeine so dark and rich for my demitasse pale and profane As I inhale humanity's catastrophe lusting on the backroad of eternity like a shadow from Antietam my heart beats sweet chlorine running deep for your snarly thighs Bleaching my poetic lust, wooing...Read On

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Sweet Gloria

Long my night eternal dark in the womb of this pine box   how can I age without your tears longing for your breasts my sweet Gloria   as my lips suck your marrow until the dawn's stallions return me to the paddock   of the fields and peat in the womb of this pine box   ...Read On

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Goya

Backtracking my paranoia to a couple of nights ago Words of the raven's caw in shadows of darkness Of the omens and madness of Goya Now in hibernation of all the harlots, I have bed With nothing but the pox dripping my sins As a veil of pale covers my bones six steps low Hearing the spade man hum in contralto Castrating the wind, sounding of fellatio Of the omens and madness of Goya  ...Read On

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Source Of Desire

Love without sake would make me sad, as your lips of crimson, spray wisteria, in a drunken orgy of courtesans, scented of opium and tea leaves, on a mountain-side, of Mt. Fuji, With almond-eyes and soft skin, under the shade of the cherry trees, exhilarating with your words, shivering with your caresses, drinking an inexhaustible source of desire. As mama-san jesters an amorous...Read On

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Laced With Insanity

With extract of laudanum, in my cups tenderly, on the edge of a dime, feeling ice in my veins, sharing placebo dreams, from my mind's archives.   Laced with insanity, in the darkness of a maze, chasing rainbows in harrows of poetic weeds, from the foggy bottoms, of whiskey and rye. Aroused by the words of Poe and Jack Kerouac, from the verses, I have sprung a new savory, an anomaly, in bye...Read On

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Intoxicated In Abstract

Intoxicated in an abstract from a glassed silhouette  in a chapel of web's memories with sweet sucettes like a dark poinsettia moon and whispers at twilight  to wind me in your arms of lusting tremor   Before the edge of dawn and spawning of the dew as your breath awakes me to a shadow of a kind with snow of pollen and a ghostly kiss of a fanciful dream in a musical loft    Intoxicated in...Read On

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Crayons On My Wall

With shadows of butterflies, on my wall As the Fairy Godmother sings a song With fragile china cup wings Outlined with colored crayons And a happy face As the twilight falls Jesus loves me, this I know With shadows of butterflies, on my wall ...Read On

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Whispering Willows

Whispering willows sighing with a cello's chorus love's midnight rising as fireflies dance In lanterns light feeling magical lips touch me nearing the dawn Whispering willows sighing a rhapsody from Heaven with golden rings of God's baton...Read On

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Eden's Grave

In the dark thunderstorm grows As a torrent flows falling the rain   Over the rainbow, twilight rose With the fragrance of God And ambrosia tea dawning Heaven from Eden's grave...Read On

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Wooden Wheels

The dark man in the trunk lowered in the ground poet with words profound straight out of the dusk no more ghost to be dead or leaves to mulch   the dark man in the trunk lowered in the ground in a portmanteau beneath a granite of stone arbitrarily a man of raven blue-winged words thrown beneath the wooden wheels of insanity    ...Read On

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PS

With an echo of silence as I scribble as dark watches over my shoulder in condensation of cold breath   but meaning no ill will for death is awaiting until I PS with one last shiver in the windowpane  as my widow awaits my melting wax sealing my of old rhymes and times that bound us together for fifty years...Read On

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Phantasia

In dark's anonymity of ghosts wading in shallow minds of fools at large living in inkwells of a black heart in their sanctimonious words for they have never seen a butterfly with wings of magenta and blue smile as it dances on a petal of Chrysanthemum Anastasia in love's Phantasia  ...Read On

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Lovely Crocus

Lovely Crocus, sweet spider of the night feeling webs beneath my feet beneath the lavender purple sky as a widow lingers With the dew distilled to brandy as the winds sing you a song   I feel eight legs walk the spine of my omens While Autumn blows your hair and the Lord whispers, Hosea the widow makes its nest fornicate and digest Now cocooned for lust in the widow's lair ...Read On

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Masque Of Sorrows

In lost sunrise laying in the dark, broken bones beneath stones, as I whisper to you above, while you sleep. Come to me at dusk, in your veil of negligee, sweet rose of lament, and I will kiss you deeply. From the masque of sorrows, caressing you, tongue in cheek, as your thighs fold over my back, like a moth to the flames. As I whisper to you above, a sonnet for your ears, while you...Read On

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Don't Go Irony On Me

Don't go irony on me, it's only dark, and make-believe, who lives by tea, for I am but a humble poet. Spoiled by love and ghosts, who spool my thoughts,    of ravens near the sea. With green eyes of azure, and warbles of the heart, of lusting petticoats. In the twilight of dusk, feeling you near, don't go irony on me, it's only dark....Read On

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Worth His Salt

Sleepless nights of sins, angels fanning winds, as I lay awake with shadows in dreams, perhaps in the bowels of hell, I dwell, whispering, dark rivers of my heart. In narrows of my mind, running through veins, of a chatoyant moon, lusting for green eyes, without shame into the despair of vassals, Tragedy her name, deep as the oceans. With passions risings in the ink of my well, Tragedy...Read On

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Lips Of Red Decor

In the darkness of my mind's infidelity like a spiraling staircase to ghosts with dreams, I arrange with eyes open wide words that wander over nooks and crannies   falling through cracks as I visit you Like a maestro with a pen's baton with a paleness beneath your veil in silence that graces your define hearing a cello and oboe, we dance to obsidian twilight As the shadow of night...Read On

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Teflon Fingers

Entering through my mind's door, I welcome you to visit me, listening to my drool, and chat awhile.    Although walls have ears, but have no fear, perhaps a lonely mouse, or just a ghost you hear. You ask! If the cold is my dark, but the ambiance is the real me, as I touch your photograph, with my monochrome tongue. Why else would I have webs, and silent butlers to serve me, as I feel...Read On

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One Step Up

One-step up, and down the other with that mild, and melting devil, in the candelabra. With your sweet brandied lips, in the shadow of a butterfly, oh! I wish I could fly. One-step up, and down the other, most beautiful gossamer, in the candelabra. Of which there is love, and peace in the valley, of unicorns,  ...Read On

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The Walls

When the ivy is on the walls As the verdant ivy clings And the autumn fades A twilight glory With a farthing of a shadow Woven in poetic love A winter's scene twining With echos of angels When the ivy is on the walls  ...Read On

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Wings of a Peacock

Hearing tapping on the window-pane with wings of a peacock. I looked up and saw a shadow, as I envisioned my Romulus. Knowing it was a ghost in loneliness, crying in the rain of my despair, somewhere on the edge of time, as I felt wanton lips kiss. From my bedroom bordello in a dark shroud of lust, my pulse came back to you, as I envisioned my Romulus. But for a moment's grief, before...Read On

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Shadows Of Daffodils

In meadows and shadows of daffodils As they runneth over sweet nectar Of melodies and forever tomorrows As my spirit walks through light And angels choir of golden sunsets Like swans, we dance with arabesque A classical romance of love In valley high touching clouds As my heart swells In meadows and shadows of daffodils    ...Read On

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Faded Memories

What is my state of mind in mime scribbling words that ease my soul as night falls and the crickets chirrup    assuming dark but put it to rest Feeling your breath touch me and knowing that you are there to comfort me night and day in love's prevail What is my state of mind in mime taking a seat as my mind levitates in this restful place of mine faded memories of past Fingers talking...Read On

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Memories Of Now

Lighting a candle, seeing it glow Watching the flame dance Bringing back memories of now In shadows of my mind And the innocence of your lace Every thought of you is a poem Like a Swan dance in rhyme Bringing back memories of now For no man could love you more...Read On

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Tinged Of Snow

Walking the night wearing gloves trailing a veil of seductive lace so ebony's song of twilight As frost lay light as a feather   missing the touch of softness as strange as it may seem Yet your breath seduces me   as the shadows fall on the dark and deep scarlet of rising tides   Lusting in my veins for love so true of things that will haunt me forever walking the night wearing gloves...Read On

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Shadows Play

As shadows play among broken stones And eyes piercing, empty stare The resting place of poets bygone I give to you my soul spoken True love beyond the portal With crimson red lips   In the moonlight of the autumn moon With my dark sacred charms   Loving you is preordained Burning within my lusting veins As shadows play among broken stones...Read On

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Feeling Your Shadow

Feeling your shadow as you whisper The tenets of requited romance   With thimbles full of pheromones   Dark is for lovers and musical chairs Muted notes in my ear once upon a rhyme As the piccolo winds blow through your hair With a silence at the end of my prayer That you will still be there in a jubilee Feeling your shadow as you whisper Dark is for lovers and musical chairs In...Read On

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Before The Dawn Falls The Dew

Whispering, it was the age of reasoning, but who was I deceiving Alone without a prayer, a hymnal, or song to sing   As I stumbled to the microwave to heat last night's coffee On this Monday morning before the dawn falls the dew   I'd been a fool with my profane and liquored-down soul Swilling down the redeye as you gave me your love But all I ask is forgiveness for this old broken fool...Read On

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Body And Soul

When in loneliness soloing blue Like sometimes I do As the moon's shadow falls on a rose In my lucidity free from the thorns And the vagabonds of dark    As we dance in dreams Body and soul on god's carousel And forty acres of Heaven   On cotton candy trails   As the moon's shadow falls on a rose When in loneliness soloing blue Skipping with my Lou...Read On

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But! Oh, That Berry

    Into the winds of night Raining down tambourines Crickets bow a falsetto   Softly by the quay   Where we lay Shadowed by the mist With echoes of love As the stars unveil God's song for you With a chorus of "Tenderly" Into the winds of night Raining down tambourines Because wine is sweet with a kiss And Kool-Aid is only powder But! Oh, that berry...Read On

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Chiquita

For Chiquita, my rose of the hacienda A sweeter rose never senda'   With petals that rustle In the hours of Spring Until the dawn awakens To the sounds of buzzing bees For Chiquita, on the mesa of love Neath the ponderosa pines...Read On

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Don't Play Tootsie

Of winter's frost on stones all in a row neath the pale sky and breathless air listening to winds Ghosting the ground with aneurism of pain nevermore to speak again now sleeping in sin But don't play tootsie because of winter's snow pray along with a song of the love we know...Read On

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Absinthe Without Leave

Shadows and myths of Absinthe in a maze of my mysterious but all the world is a shadow knowing you are there When men do what they do for we all are creatures of a different kind   sparing no dimes Some mellow in the night with La Fée Verte the green fairy of Absinthe in a maze of my mysterious With a kiss faking an orgasm coming in from the mist of shadows on the wall Absinthe without leave...Read On

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From A Rocking Chair

Home is where my inkwell stood on the promenade of my desk with its echoes of the past and dark roses in her hair of memories we shared so silently from a rocking chair So silently, would you be there? if I closed my eyes in dreams as the dawn awakes with a song from heaven's blue sky in the dew of the mist and rainbows of love With its echoes of the past and perfume in the breeze a brocade...Read On

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The Boogie Woogie In My Gin

Clinging to me as darkness falls, with a clatter of echoes, as a shadow crosses your eyes, like a prism on a carousel. For it's just the twilight, of angels calling with sweet tea, brought to you, by Heaven Inc., or the boogie-woogie in my gin. With love's harmony and kisses, beneath cherry blossoms of Spring,   and butterflies with wings of gold, forever in my arms, I hold. For it's...Read On

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Butterfly Tattoo

Now in my ink of suede black where my lusting mind bellows and angels dress in denim like a mademoiselle with a chignon With razor-sharp creases and high heel stilettos with a butterfly tattoo on the inside of an ankle As a scent rises of Christian Dior like almonds and wintergreen as we kiss the night away on the dark side of heaven Before giving in to religion going to heaven's cotilion...Read On

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Dressed In Johnny Coat

I'm so sorry, but the morgue is closed, but send in the twilight so that I can see, where has the bouquet of pine cones gone, by way of the cadavers in the breeze. As I lay here on a slab of marble, waiting for a formaldehyde needle, all dressed up in my johnny coat, with a tag on my toes, "Oh Tweedle Dee!" Because I'm decomposing from within, this decor depresses me so, open the...Read On

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Two For A Toddy

These living bodies that we wear that in a new dress we appear destined for the skipper in the sky pale the shade in our veins Entombed with a white bouquet so fast we wither in our grave catching the early worms in our darken maze As we sleep in our coffin deep free from the flesh at last no part remains a selfsame part but the pain is gone Let him who loves you think instead you...Read On

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If Only

If only, my dream wasn't loneliness, and the stars were chandeliers, if only, visions of you in my teacup of dreams, if only, for a moment, please.   But dark is a lonely demon, if only, left to fester without psalms, for the truth is in the Good Book, if only, you would come upstairs. If only, in my memory you not age, and my mind doesn't grow cold, if only,   up with the dawn of you in...Read On

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Brigadoon By The Sea

In all my dreams of sleeping You will be there next to me In our Wee Willie Winkie Of Brigadoon by the sea   A shadow's twilight Beneath the sovereign oaks In the hallowed woods Of a lovely meadow green In your arms of open alms Of Brigadoon by the sea  ...Read On

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Beneath The Coo Coo

Soft and sweet they are, your lips of crimson for a kissable at midnight in the land of holly by the sea of blue tides, the color of your eyes     as your breath takes me away beneath the stars In flew the coo-coo of our happiness   From a jar of golden moonbeams a distant far   on clouds of dreams of woodwind harps   and love letters in the sand dated 1979 For a kissable at midnight in...Read On

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Worth His Salt

Sleepless nights of sins, angels fanning winds, as I lay awake with shadows in dreams, perhaps in the bowels of hell, I dwell, whispering, dark rivers of my heart. In narrows of my mind running through veins, of a chatoyant moon lusting for green eyes, without shame into the despair of vassals, Tragedy her name, deep as the oceans. With passions risings in the ink of my well, Tragedy rocks...Read On

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Until, You Are Warm Again

The night was chilled against your pale skin of midnight calling feeling your breath a deeper shade of lust in my veins as my fingers slipped between your folds The moon was yellow like an old cur dog as rime ice hung on the pumpkins of vines all in a row like ducks with a widow's veil of winter's frost   Feeling your breath like tentacles caressing conjuring promises of promiscuity atop...Read On

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Stained A Little

She was my best friend. As dear to me as a shadow. A shadow named Granny who visited me on occasions, when I was sad and lonely. She was small in stature but big in heart. But often she cried when I was down with the blues. Yet! She was no one's fool. She knew the words she spoke sounded as if she were country folk. But she was humble as pumpkin pie out of season. Raising a family on...Read On

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Ain't Average

I wasn't average. I was told that I had the intelligence of an eraser. Dale Earnhardt was my hero.  I was born with a deformity that caused my knuckles to drag the ground and I craved bananas. Later on, in life, I had a bit-part in a Tarzan movie that was filmed in Terre Haute, Indiana. Granny wasn't too keen on crossing the Mason and Dixie line to do it.  I won a can of Alpo dog food for...Read On

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Dear Grandson

Dear Grandson: While I am here in detox (prison) help your grandpa with the still and don't let him blow things up. If you can, scraped up enough money to get his dentures out of hock. If there is any leftover change, get him a gift card for a new tattoo. Perhaps " the dancing monkeys" like I have on my buttocks.   Just remember that I love you, even though you were dropped from an anvil on...Read On

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Fleur-De-Lis

Remembering the days, fleur-de-lis, when the winds of October whistled, and leaves turned to brown before touching the ground. Turning to mulch to keep you warm, as you sleep in a garden of stones, with winter peas, as green as your eyes, but the lily is still there. The one with petals that made you smile, as we made love beneath the blue skies, and the Milky Way is now your...Read On

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Some Kind

I remember the days of September, so many dreams ago. When the winds began to whistle and the leaves turned brown, before touching the ground. Then grandpa making them mulch for the winter garden of some kind of peas.  It was actually a zephyr. But in my mind it was "The Little Engine That Could," steaming down a railroad track, burning wood, as I heard granny in the kitchen boiling...Read On

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It's The Twilight, Stupid

It's twilight that brings me pain, embalmed next to whatsername, with a splash of thunder in the rain. In the darkness, I'm so vain, six feet from spade to ponder, all alone in the yonder. In a mahogany box of sinful wood, with moths and dried earth, and a case of acid reflux. Dressed in a tux with a boutonnière, embalmed next to whatsername, but she never looked so blue. Because she...Read On

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Taste Of Oreos

When silence is nearing the ground, like falling leaves of a glider, swaying in a cradle of love, suspended on strings. With a brush of breath touching,   from the dew of your lips, in the Winter of our Spring, a taste of Oreos....Read On

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Raising The Hairs

Embracing desires cold shivers of winter's born, in the darkness of my mind like splintered wood, kindling fires with a Pinocchio nose. Here lies the voice of green eyes in the shade, with a broken heart of permafrost on the pane, of cold fears in my lies. Between dreams, and candle shells of pale, of freezing rain with angel wings, as love never fails. Slowly a shadow departs floating in...Read On

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Silence Of Chloroform

In our dark place of silence, where ravens don't dare, she calls me.   Calls me to the window, of eternal moors and spirits,   whispering with a face of no name.   In gothic shades of pale, and midnight blue, the moon looks down on her loveliness. In the silence of our Chloroform, laying down to sleep in our tureen, waiting for life to begin. In closed-caption of lullabies, where...Read On

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Melting Your Mascara

With a breath of blue touched in dreams, as I held a thought in the silence of bliss, from Carmine red lips that brought fires, now melting your mascara. As your pulse recedes from the photograph hung, on my mind's window, and the cloth that we wed, a better bride I could not desire, simply said, now a widower in my bed.   In shadows, a far horizon whispering your name, of Shangri-La and...Read On

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Inside An Earthen Pot

With pockets of stars in eyes raven blue wings flickering bright making love in the pines and the salt beds where nature defines In the moonlight hypnotizing our worlds where crickets now gather in the doorway with a satchel full of shadows Laying in the needles inside an earthen pot   caught in the whirlwinds of man-made sins an asterisk in my mind as we thirst With lightning bolts...Read On

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Sweet Lorraine

It's only quiche trying to be pretentious, sweet it may be, but only an egg pie, but doesn't it sound strange, to lay in bed with an egg beaten, and a photograph of an omelet, with the name of Quiche Lorraine. But forget the spinach, and give me your bacon, with a dash of Betty Crocker, between the sheets.   Because in reality, an egg is a chicken, and a yoke with swollen egg white,...Read On

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Is It Ambiguous

Is it ambiguous to favor the night? With me in the dark, Just when I stopped dreaming, And your spirit floating in the air. Wearing a bee's cap,    With a scent of wooded Columbine, And petals of dew, And I in dreams of euphoria. But the night is my aurora, with me in the dark, of love's serendipity, And your spirit floating in the air....Read On

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Russet Years

And so it goes like Autumn in the air with shades of wooing in my russet years love found in my spoken words   of frost in my old eyes   In jest confessing poetic intoxication beneath a tallow's wick of verses spent   feeling the touch of your breath in a spiritual awakening Like silken wings of the moth with fingers of lingering dreams kissing my lips of burning desire with shades of...Read On

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Fresh Paint

Thirty years ago when grandma left  the house had fresh paint and the shutters were hung    but the birds were quiet   Grandpa was playing his fiddle with broken strings and grandma was dressed in calico as rain fell from heaven   But the birds were quiet as grandma was laid to rest in the field of stones as I cried as grandpa knelt and prayed   And now my wife of many years   ...Read On

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O Amor Está No Ar

With innuendos of the wind our lips touch O amor está no ar, love is in the air Beneath the lemon tree piccolo In an arbor of our love's infatuation   With purple roses in your hair And Saturn rings in your eyes Under lanterns of twinkling stars Where red Mars glow Raining down on our umbrella O amor está no ar, love is in the air Of the otto and the rose Dancing to the bossa nova...Read On

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Elinor

Moonlight color me the night of deep sable with stems of the acacia bearing thorns in my dark imaginations of ghostwriters dripping visions from the berries well From my mind's gunny sack accusing the vermouth rising the chills upon my pulsing chest running the tallow as the moth's arabesque fiddling the bow dressed in a tux Silently falls the steps of shadows at my door knocking at my...Read On

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Sweet As Sorghum

By the grace of love and good omens with strings of melancholia's cello for the love of your puckered lips sweet as the sorghum on my grits   and your butter beans   Poetically entuned with my pen of muffins and piggy wiggly toes oozing sins of redeye gravy   with the roux of my soft, rising lusting gusto As you lay on the sheets so lean and neat tied up like a ham with a mischevious...Read On

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Relics Of Words

Gathering the relics of my words of dust falling through cracks like beating my wings in autumn of ruffed grouse and memories and the warmth of your breasts as your lips fill my reverie In love in our enchanted forest reflecting of angels in the reeds as the maples run the sap of willows and fancy hats now tied in yellow strings in a shoebox with my spats Gathering the relics of my words...Read On

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A Good Rapport

With a good rapport in silence of spiritual beings in the wind and harmonious melodies in the arbor of my love With strings of forget-me-nots as angels touch the ground in the narrows of my mind on wings of butterflies With lips of sweet juleps and lusting poetic wine of spiritual beings in the wind singing Auld Lang Syne With a good rapport in silence and valance of the orange moon born...Read On

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In Absentia

In absentia of my flesh on the post bed as dreams weave across pillow's ottoman    over slippery stones of windblown I do bed with a breath of my kiss   and midnight's tallow dripping down of candles in fornication Salivating bliss for green almond eyes   of chatoyant sheen in a pantomime of ghost as we canoodle in dreams of orgasms   Confessing eternal love in absentia   as the...Read On

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94

Down memory lane in dreams, keeping an eye out for as I tossed and turned, insomnia knocking at my door with eyes of my Eleanor and tears of ninety-four as if it were yesterday she slipped away from my arms Forevermore now beneath the ground's floor   but soon the lords of Thor will spore my bones that I might rest with my Eleanor playing leapfrog in my mind's fog As the spirits of winter...Read On

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Fawning Twine

With a rose of twining vine about your spirit shining and memories of trellises with petals of gold and thorns of a kind, a scent so bold you are as beautiful as a flower With the dew of the dawn of the morning's fawning ravishing pine green eyes whispering echoes with thimbles of combs in your hair lusting I want to be with you forever As soft as the leaves in the cup my tea a distant...Read On

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The Arbor's Gate

The night had hung a full moon over the arbor's gate as the shadows migrate beneath trellises of wild roses  and I saw an angel in my dreams as granny sang me lullabies as her tears flowed over empty teacups and her cuddle-ups  the night grandpa didn't come home but an angel danced in soft shoes  in a plate of grits and red-eye gravy as night hung a full moon over the arbor's gate...Read On

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Jesus Loves Me

Song my granny sang to me Jesus loves me! This I know Now I can't understand the words I hear on the radio Peanuts cost a nickel And a tickle made me laugh Now on TV people are shot in streets But! What happened to the rabbit ears? Elvis was king and Hank was Hank But who in the hell is P. Diddy Or Snoop Dog? My dog was named Jim People can't afford to eat But they can get tattoos And...Read On

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Poinsettia Moon

Intoxication with perfumery in a chapel of webs memories like a dark poinsettia moon and whispers at twilight   Before the edge of dawn as your breath awakes me with the snow of pollen and a ghostly kiss Intoxicated with perfumery as the willows bend low in an arabesque of our love in a chapel of webs memories Like a dark poinsettia moon on a quiet pond of loons echoing the past coming...Read On

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Puppy Dog Tongue

At dusk twilight and the sun crowns over the horizon of yesterday's song. I will remember the days of September when granny served blackeye peas and cornbread. Prayers were said and my puppy dog slurped with a puppy dog tongue. Vic Damone gave granny the vapors and Jim Nabors was on TV. Constipation was in, the chits were out at the old ball game. Cracker Jacks had a prize. Grandpa worked...Read On

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Viranda Of A Rickshaw

With a brush of a zephyr, I kiss in a copse of the willow's well   beholding your body and soul with Saki's aphrodisiac   With footprints on a lily pad in a pond of golden koi with ripples of echoes expressing our love As the autumn moon dance and you with a lotus in your hair the fireflies in lanterns wink from the viranda of a rickshaw   Feeling the warmth of the hibachi in a copse of...Read On

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Prince Of Rings

She calls me her laureate in my dreams Although distant, I feel her pulse As I whisper a prayer of evergreens With a tear dripping from the candlelight Like a star of emerald from her beautiful eyes Glowing like a halo of harps and strings. She calls me her laureate and Prince of Rings And as the dawn open its wings With a song of love, my maiden fair In my glorious vision of daylight...Read On

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Widow's Dew

Weeping of the widow's dew of imagery in my mind a dark night just in spite as a breath of death flew Beneath the stone, I sleep feeling worms quadrille bound joy in my spell this virgin child of Hell Without a gospel or prayer on a long trail of despair beyond the veil to this forsaken soil And no marrow in my bones as my eyes of blue pale of cataracts and webs this virgin child of Hell...Read On

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Times Have Changed

I remember when people ate fried chicken saying their amens while licking their hands and not fingers in a box puffed up with botox Granny had a new set of polished teeth from Sears and Robuck and I had a slinky two for one but her Harley had saddlebags   Now Jello has lost its wiggle, made in Japan by some Shogun in a lean cuisine    and taste like crayons Honey came from honey bear...Read On

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My Mind's Window

Through the dark of my mind's window trapped in a void of hanging webs came a shadow of a star lighting a candle whispering a slow burn of memories as the tallow warms my heart scented of an autumn's jar   pulsing blue angels with wings clinging to my mind's window in condensation of your beautiful face  ...Read On

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Peccadillos

As the essence of autumn's potpourri blow across the meadows of reds and umbers leaves drift by my window with memories like a carpet of velvet frost Of when the picket fence was white and the apples in the orchard were ripe as the cider touched your lips like cinnamon sticks of sweet And the bees had their own peccadillos in the comb of the honey bear trees across the meadows of reds...Read On

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Patches

In patches on the moon of shadows, hosting shadows of maria, lava. Black like a dark star of raven hair, gilded by beams of sensuality, And eyes of obsidian coal like a sensual Stratovarius With gossamer strings of teeth. Tuned to the pale of sorrows in the laurels of my agnóstica With the quiver of my pen beholds, ripples to my soul's philosophy. Of the ink and the thorn bound by...Read On

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Verdant Green

Feeling spirits of Shiloh, as I walk the fields of battle Now verdant green with shadows and a stone Beneath you lay as the stone grows cold On the banks of a river as kids, we played Now God has carried you away but your soul remains Yet the peace in the valley comes with autumn's frost Of the love of my life, that I have lost And the tears that give me pain As I hear you, six feet...Read On

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Somewhere

And there we went beyond heaven, somewhere somewhere in my dreams as we kissed in deep shadows behind the blinds  and reminisce of our wedding chimes  many a pekoe ago of autumn bliss when the leaves turned to rainbows simply reds and golds falling from trees pressed like petals of memories somewhere in my dreams as we kissed as the tallow bled poetic love  of bluewing butterflies...Read On

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Dreams Of Reflections

Farewell the illusions from the cups past in dreams of reflections on my mind, winds of night laying gentle at my breast As the dew crystalizes like emeralds in your eyes with your beautiful grace at sunset's Tierra    walking upstairs   On God's golden trove of your hair in swing in dreams of reflections    on my mind, winds of night and memories of picket fences   ...Read On

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Running Deep

With a wattle of winds from the acacia and flowers with roots running deep as chimes bind our love's verse so choir the angels as we kiss sweet strings from the shrubs hiding thorns of its beauty blessing our thirst of perennials with a wattle of winds from the acacia  ...Read On

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Winds Sworn Happy

In sins of the breeze of winds sworn happy we kiss at dusk with nary a whisper Wiping away the blues of dark's melancholia with the ink of the thorn in love's verse In shadows of northern lights of winds sworn happy on a quilt of God's heavenly coat   with buttons in your hair As falling leaves choir of angels   of earthenware wings we kiss at dusk with nary a whisper...Read On

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Dowager's Slippers

Forever is not such a long time when dreaming of liquid crystal reflecting your almond eyes echoing eternal love and prune danish Pulsing in ripples of my heart silently with thoughts of you touching my soul's portmanteau with lips of mondegreen lusting for a weeping widow Making forever come true cascading over a rainbow as the bells toll of love when dreaming of liquid crystal and...Read On

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Thimbles Be

If my fingers, thimbles be on a shadow of your dust in the moonlight of minute so silent the footfalls on a carpet of cloth of you smiling For love of the pen and sweet ink of quinine for gins and tonics and verses of love as we toast with lust of harlequins and ghost Touching in cross-stitch your lips of red cayenne as my fingers tingle on your photograph buzzing in your ear if my...Read On

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The Chimes

It's not the absence of light stilling my heart or whispers of incense behind the walls with the chimes of glockenspiels and little spotted puppies And the essence of a shadow as we kiss   filling my cup with your loving ambrosia    on god's carousel playing softly like doves in a nest of golden shorn   Flowing gently in your hair of Auburn in the autumn breeze of mahogany leaves crowning...Read On

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Slow Burn

Hope seems to flee with time missing pages of life I linger on a myth of love's forever in faded ink of masks   Masks of wizards and ghost verses of a slow burn forged in fires of lust as I hold your photograph Now weeping azure tears from my eyes of all fears escaping into a bottle feeling your fingers near With talons of nails held in my limbo with your scarlet lips laying with me on...Read On

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But Twice

The silence creeps open with a thud not once but twice with a shove hovering over my night like a cloud over my blanket's maddening shroud Bypassing and leaping over the bed to wind the pendulum of the clock and the withers of once our wed this night better off dead Knowing that love pulsed my blue as our lips passed from view from ashes to dust and back to infinity If I knew death could...Read On

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Cold Garnet Solstice

Creeping of the moon's cold garnet solstice And crystals of blue ice frosting   When winter fingers lay upon the fallen snow And I in sleepy-time hearing night winds blow With sweet lips of the maple's bark Melting my heart in the gunny sack With a valance of shadow turning to dust In pantomime of spirits, we kiss On a pane of condensation In silent winds of November As the switch...Read On

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Enchanté

Of ivory roses in your raven hair and a maiden's breath so fair with flames of embers in your eyes so rare of crimson lips enchanté, bewitched Silently as a touch of spring dew upon the velvet spread as fingers trace my melancholia   in a forest of love's Abbey of sing-songs blue As a shadow falls on twilight in trust, my soul follows a polyester chained to my heart   in a fantasy of a...Read On

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Gray Dawn

Gray dawn in the land of my curse From slats of a poet's stead O Love! was it only a ghost In my shadowed room Of marionettes on strings From a touch of sweet lips Of a crimson poinsettia And a breath tracing my being As we kiss the fandango Giving rise to Ides of dreams From a poet's bed two slats below   As the buoy untwines From my foggy mind And the twang of my lingo   With berry ink...Read On

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Just A Brush

Bit it jis a brush tae tone yer hair a shade o crimson bark sae lovely true as yer reflection fae the gless gives rise tae yer emerald een tae inhale the essence o ye ma maiden fair o lo'e songs warming the cockles o ma hert bit it jis a brush tae tone yer hair But it's just a brush to tone your hair a shade of crimson bark so lovely true as your reflection from the glass gives rise to...Read On

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My Mind's Landau

 

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Winter's Candy

In the shadow of winter born over the knolls and trees of autumn leaves falling and midnight calling as echos of our love sing from a meteorite's wing Of the solstice moon as we kiss the sweet of the sap boiling in our veins of the lunar dust as our tongues tangle Beneath a distant star and the maple in the jar as I touch your lips of mahogany red catching your eyes hardening into candy ...Read On

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Forever In My Mind

Forever in my mind in shadows on the vine and your silhouette as I taste the sweet dew of nectar's soft rain with love our downspout     dreaming the shade of you pale of skin free of oxygen with a gold taira's ring    as your breath sing me to sleep and the metamorphosis of spring with petals of the winter born  ...Read On

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Memories

Growing up, we had fried chicken on Sunday. Now we have chicken nuggets without bones. Where do boneless chickens come from? A butcher gave my mom soup bones. Now they come in a package. Three for four dollars. Granny snapped green beans. Now they have no snap. Just in a can with a flap.     Succotash was corn and lima beans. Now it's an expletive from a damn cat. Jello came in powder to...Read On

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Conductor

The elder mummy foretold me, as I was entwined in gauze and stood in the sand to my knees; “Don't be exorcized by a two-faced omen.” The pain engulfed me as I withered, then was reborn as dead. As I craved the womb with a pearl in its oyster bed between thighs. Like gypsy moths in caravans, a brethren of the damned. Moving across Europe when present-day England was nothing but a rock....Read On

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Carnal Threads

In recesses of my mind where you will find me, writing my poetry   for streams of my urethra. Winding rivers of dark giving in to the raptures, and a choir of angels in fields of Andromeda. As a scent of lust captures my poetic frenzy, in carnal threads, of my aphrodisia'....Read On

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Footprints

In shadows of the oasis of dust in the haboob like bedouins of the night on the Sinai Leaving footprints in the sand crossing the dunes in caravans whispering Arabic love songs blowing over the silica Seeking treats of sweet plums as you trace my shadow with your lips of ghost and embrocation of love In the shadows of the oasis where spirits dwell in the fonds of trees   leaving footprints...Read On

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Olden Troves

Sleeping into tomorrow on gold forsythia as the moonlight hung a valance zinnia dreaming of psalms and aphrodisia' with roses strung on a bed of petal's vine and spirits of Raphael From your lips of red charming and nectar's sweet of a pillow's down of honey's dew in autumn's wind with the essence of aged wine   from the vineyard of your heart Like a swan in flight with gilded wings...Read On

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The Dormers

In autumn's gilded leaves and angels in the teapot wafting pekoe and polishing the gold As frost paints the pane with tears in condensation and love in distilation smiling in the eaves Seeing your eyes glow as windchimes sing   and romance in tow kissed on crimson lips Wafting pekoe with love's purity as the piccolos whistle from the dormers up above  ...Read On

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Too Many Fish

Now that you haunt me in my sleep with the ending just a breath away   as embers of lust turn to frost leaving only your boney fingers I would have told you I love you if we hadn't been saying goodbye as your memories fade to cold with too many fish to fry    And even though you are gone there's a ghost lurking in my mind making sense of a heart gone wrong as I take a fading last gasp But...Read On

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Free Of The Kennel

  The hounds of iniquity in my head Free of the kennel now well fed As darkness shrouds my sanity For the curse is upon me But I love you so If god's will to share my bed Being my troth in good and bad In renaissance of my codpiece And the shadows in my head On the ottoman we wed Pulled by strings of past poets As tallow catch a yarn of wax Upon the parchment I scratch As your lips nibble...Read On

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Nocturnal Shadows

I love the autumn and the silhouettes of the leaves falling Gliding down like shadows in my dreams of green yew A place on the hill where we confess autumn's umber And make love on the dew With one foot over the moon's rainbow   Crossing over a life long bridge of happiness In the wedding woods of autumn's gold With an ampule's potion of kisses for you Like a marionette on a...Read On

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Love Star

When you hide behind the clouds My love star afar And the moon is at it's highest I'm aroused with the dust From your twinkling bars Like an ivory marionette Hung from strings Dancing in the universe Of God's minuet My love star afar As I rub sleep from my eyes   And the pekoe breathes With essence of dew Of my love star angel    ...Read On

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Dracos

Salivating on the Ouija yawning with omens of sin   reflecting off polished nails as a shadow covets my skin silencing my pen With lips of moonlit tambourine and the rising of my joust   as dusk seeps through cracks   and the winged dracos appear   over rafters and dust In a dark space of loneliness a wretched place to be only love can overcome a preamble to the nave as we kiss      ...Read On

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Nightfields

With a soliloquy of the wind's sonata In midnight's dawn hideaway Like reeds of oboes whispering Where mushrooms grow portobello Our heavenly bisque of dusk dew Stirring emotions of love In forest where unicorns fly Over fields in Shambala Where dreams echo In midnight's dawn hideaway  ...Read On

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Love Is Dark

Hearing you calling out my name I can hear you but I can't see you it's really not the same just a breeze howling    from your place in the loam But the moments linger as dawn rises over the stones and you touch my soul with a kiss as the door to tomorrow swings on hinges of your loneliness Welcoming me to your dark as the silence harmonize with a gesture of a smile and a sermon of love as...Read On

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Shh...

What is eternal without an ending    nothing last forever in a vacuum when there is no poetic oxygen Although a globe of a rainbow may shine reflecting off an hourglass of sand as the tides of love caress your divine   Of angels and underlings on swings and seesaws with wings as we kiss   on a sunset moon of autumn's dew With tea from a glass podstakannik and handle of silver never to...Read On

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Down

A shadow in passing of the moonlight in sleep as you enter my dreams whispering sweet kisses with songs of love and counting to ten as I smile Holding you in nocturnal cradle in dreams of angels with wings obviously on satin sheets touching me in places on soft duvets    ...Read On

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Zephyr's Breeze Dreaming

Crescent moon peeking through the starless summer night sky like an evil smile lurking upon lonely maiden sitting in the dark waiting for her lover to arrive Hearing a tingling in my ear of angels ringing bells on the window pane In conversation with god Beneath the moon pie As the teapot list to starboard with the flavors of love and the kisses that brew in conversation with god stirring...Read On

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Rapids

From the wings of a Pegasus seeing what he saw looking down on Shangri-La through eyes of endless time and the pendulum swung as the winds began to thaw In a valley of golden swings and rivers of ambrosia as the clouds rained sugar you smiled upon the tea with your lips honoring me in rapids of cascade Making love on a doily lace with my sweet angel face we kissed with dawn of dew on...Read On

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Hello, Toodaloo

In my iniquities, inking with pen    with omens of Sasquatch as I sin, from the depth of quicksand's sanity in my mind's firkin, as I log in. Crossing over the horizons where time has no boundaries, as my muse's tongue swings on my dangling preamble Hallowed be the window pane, morally corrupt is thy name, quipping with a raven's pinion in my mind's firkin, as I log in. Tucked between...Read On

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Fantasy

Life is not measured in time   Or the brier of one's remains For there is no mainspring What lies within the heart Life is a fantasy to be played With poetic oxygen And the puppeteer with strings  ...Read On

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String

Shadows in my tea reflecting back on me Of memories in pekoe tied on a string With a ripple of echoes wafting scent As your breath caress my soul With spiritual wings and a gold halo   As my tears recall all the years Of memories in pekoe tied on a string  ...Read On

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Pane Of Glass

In my indiscretions upon a night like shadows on a pane of glass dusk has fallen to a faint violet with words and wind songs Where have all the ghosts gone on a night painted with snow so silently my mind drifts of when we were but young lovers   As the condensation drips like ink from my well in a quorum of an old bard's tale   we kissed upon a heavenly swell And as the candle-moths dance...Read On

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Good To The Last Drop

In dark shades behind my words of gauzy Tied up in omens wafting of caffeine With my soul wrapped in dusk's sorrows As my mind's drips of coming 'morrows Caressing a floozy as a Ouija board sings Of blue-winged ravens winking an eye Dripping obsidian twilight calling it dusk Dreaming in an ossuary of my shine In dark shades behind my words of gauzy With visions of laurels Tied up...Read On

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Primeval Forest

Time had no meaning in the forest of green of the indigenous landscape, so silently still. Feeling the eyes of the chameleons as if I were trespassing on their Shangrila. However, I felt closer to God as the humidity brought out tears of raindrops. Like the oils of Babylon and hanging moss, they gave me humility.   It was the shadows created by my evolving imagination, that gave me the vibes...Read On

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Carnal Pain

Feeling the carnal pain of old men and the shadows that swim in my head perhaps the raptures are calling giving rise to my impending incubus Of the dreams that come to me at night so that you can awake me from my sleep in my naked coldness making me shudder   leading me to eternal bliss with a kiss Stealing me away from things sublime to tread where others have walked   as your lips seal...Read On

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Lilting

Only a shadow of the autumn hours and falling leaves whispering to me in the seasonal imbrication of my mind's felicity With a song and grinder's tea of love's poetic intoxication in merriment of glee      from nectar of wild wood flowers   Surrounded by a rainbow of hues and piccolo trees to fife our love   as willows bow like pendulum sticks with a wish seeding our tomorrow's  ...Read On

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Embrace

Caressing words of cherubs sing Of Bonnie Lee and the musing tea Bringing me sensuality in prose The beauty of life in my etchings be Of tomorrows paradise shore Loving forever more Embracing my Bonnie Lee      ...Read On

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Seesaws

I remember when kites had tails, falling leaves and Brussel sprouts. Seesaws sawed and acorns had caps. I remember when pies were round and not "pie are square." "Where have all the popsicle sticks gone, so long ago?"  I remember double features and Dinah Shore. Howdy Doody was controlled by strings, and Gene Autry sang. It was the age of black and white TV with rabbit ears. I remembered...Read On

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Wings

Living in echoes of reflections And ripples of the heart Like a wind in a mirror And a Wurlitzer of pipes Blowing snow of white emeralds On a down of gossamer Scattering pages of my life Of autumn in our twilight As I awake with you at my elbow And moonbeams stripes On the wings of a Matterhorn  ...Read On

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The Choo Choo

Such dark thoughts imprison my mind With my healing lips lies But what is love without carnal pain Or dreams to give rise To come to you in peaceful sleep Of passion in a momentary bliss And kissing cataracts over your eyes Stealing you away from the sublime   And the demons in your dreams Exercising the angels that smother Drowning in their own hokum   As we make love on the devil's train  ...Read On

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Places

The darkness dressed in sable beneath a pale shadow of night tallow of love drips from your lips as the piccolo winds blow touching you where my fingers go In patterns of twilight rising with eyes of laurel green like a tiara crowning your pale with a hoary veil disguising in our amorous daze   As the trees whisper the quiet with a vesture of wintergreen in seance with the dew...Read On

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Velveteen

As I dither here in prose looking from velveteen as I am hung in escrow on walls of serpentine  over a mantle in juxtapose with an ax to grind in my bronzed shoes and Dr. Scholl's wary of the lifts in my arch supports...Read On

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Strings

Somewhere in the darkness of night In the shadows of a swan moon Pale strangers will arabesque While cellos bow a mutant violin   With sounds of the Victrola As lust looms a waxen quilt Securing love as dawn breaks   In shade of a candle wake Consummating wedlock And conjugating flesh Until the mist rises      ...Read On

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Touching

With rhymes of the cello as darkness has fallen Leaves glide with petals of wings In woods where time has no pendulum swinging And fireflies glitter like sconces of flames     As a zephyr whispers your name   Like a piccolo's breath touching In a night's phantasm of worlds beyond As boughs of trees play baton   Touching me where my soul play's cello   ...Read On

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Act II

It was only a memory ago that I recall a dream I had of yesterday. Yesterday, several autumns past when the trees shed their wings of leaves poetically gold and mahogany brown. It was when the world stood still. Listening to angels with strings and harps. And we danced as I whispered prose in your ear. It was when the world was a quieter place and we fell in love with no bounds or fences to...Read On

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My Gothic Violin

At times in prose my words wither With a pretentious fleeting Lacking oxygen of this bard's love As the valance of day shawls Then back to wither without a trace As a specter shakes my Gothic violin And as candlelight flickers in shadows   A breath of your presence breathes life On the walls of my sacred space As your kiss pollinates my soul With your lips of sweet resin As a specter...Read On

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Hello!

I've been alone in this frigging box And I could scream a thousand times I think I will. “Aaagh!” Even vampires get the blues Hello! Is it you I'm duking it out for Are you within range of TV signals Or my frigging halitosis Even vampires soak their teeth in jars I sometimes have the hungries And see you passing with Botox Hello! Do you taste like fried chicken I can see it in your thighs...Read On

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He Ain't No Boy Scout, Mama

Into nothingness climbing a spiraling upstairs down case within the void of darkness swallowing me whole as the world creaks of pathetic souls As I sip on gin and vermouth On the devil's highway And you give me a lap dance Swimming in cesspools of their own frailties contaminating my departure from oblivion   of wilting flesh and egocentrics in the rat race      But baby just shake that...Read On

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Just Add Water

Obituaruis awoke with a grouch-on because pickins' were slim in the boneyard with the thems Whatever happen to country fried chicken and thems that kept on a-tickin' with a main spring Now a zombie taste like any other them in fermaldahyde sauce and bitter lemon instead of a windup boogie man     ...Read On

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Obituarius, On Cue

Once upon a midnight kiss, the shadow fades, now only a memory of a broken mirror blighted sordid and so I pray, putting to rest the fog of mist for I am but a troubled smile. When the time comes, darkness descends with a burial shroud, and silver complexion,   as the curtain closes on the day but without a tear for it is written, to forever disguise my immortality. For I was but a...Read On

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Tambrey Hall

On a nocturnal Sunday by way of  frost, "Ave Maria, maiden mild,"   as the chill of autumn wet's my thirst in oaken woods and dark's quest, where fawn of dusk opens my gate in the cellars of Tambrey Hall.   And as my lead follows my need for your amethyst chatoyant eyes, and nines lives of the sable cat, I felt your heat spat my name As the chill of autumn wet's my thirst, pulsating my hunger....Read On

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Red-Eye Express

In my mind's quarry panning souls. As I fly low to the ground with obsidian night-wings. Keeping score in my journal with writer's ink. Ready to print on the Gutenberg machine. Hungering for blue eyes for my lusting feast. Posting conclusions of the little lost foal with Obituarius ink. And after the wake at the Suds and Shake, come soar with me and ever-glide. Panning for souls of...Read On

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Dark's Smithereens

In my cups beneath a pale moon rising, as dew falls on the autumn's crocus in poetry of my chosen opus. Up to my chin in dark's smithereens, as petals of your fingers linger on the predicament of my kyphosis.   In a sake house shaking the bones as your webs weave a seductive tone, and your lips blow dust.  So gregarious yet obscene obsessed by darkness in your eyes, up to my chin in...Read On

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With The Shins

So silently with the shins of a shadow, a veil and timbre of a phantasm smiling, touched my soul as we danced. Pulling down shades on god's promenade, and we swooning neath the viola moon, in heaven's amphitheater. Forever on the edge of time calling,   so silently with the shins of a shadow, of a paper mache rainbow as we kiss   With a mist hanging over our chateau, and a pedigree of...Read On

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Tender Leaves

Divine darkness in my keep from my cold coffin's oblivion,   inside looking out. Feasting in my dreams as the dusk awaits, in reflections I swoon. From the shadow of thorns, and sins of my father lusting petals of virgins. As their innonence moans, thirsting for my demons   neath the velveteen moon. From my cold coffin's oblivion,   and the shiny tea quarters, forever, my vampire love. As...Read On

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Inglorious Window Pane

Inglorious window pane Raining down condensation With a brume of breath As the crickets fiddle A smitten eye host As warmth of the hearth Tickles my innards Lusting of the midnight hour For your sourdough biscuits   Over charcoal briquettes Sipping from the flagon In peaceful delight In love with my Emily As you fill my pipe with weed Inglorious window pane    ...Read On

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Tongue Of Song

  This the season of query, eventide of the moon's shadow composing tomes of forgotten bones of poets past, lusting for thirst of the blue veins with a wicking flame of tallow in suet of dark refrain. As my muse gently digest with her head upon my chest     in memories of dusk as the sun rest,   as I sip the sweet Madeira, and the tides of nights feed my quest. And as the lord's of lore...Read On

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Meadows And Golden Rye

With a whisper calling me silently as if a breath of soul quietly, touching my conscious being because that's the way it remained. In blue heaven without a name, just forget-me-nots with a kiss, in a garden of our Gethsemane as the winds blew God's calliope. Singing a song as dew drops rained over meadows and golden rye,    on the sweet bye and bye   with a smile in my eye. That's the way...Read On

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Veranda Of A Rickshaw Hauling

On God's veranda of a rickshaw hauling Neath an umbrella of sweetening snow falling Like a warm feeling on a summer night Shimmering like a leaf on a tree With Zephyr of a breeze touching my lips From behind a gossamer's shade And electrifying fingers that breathe With earth's potpourri of petals and dew Neath an umbrella of sweetening snow falling With the essence of ambrosia in your scent...Read On

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Jack-In-The-Box

Dark seance of winter's frost speaking with the dead while holding hands feeling knuckles of the bones, daddy's going to buy you a Jack-in-the-Box, with windup spring that sings. And if that Jack-in-the-Box don't sing, daddy going to buy angel wings.  While holding hands feeling knuckles of the bones daddy's going to buy you a new cellphone, and if that phone don't ring, daddy will buy...Read On

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Chilly-Boos

Dark has seized my insomnia of withering night shades, confessing of past doggerels with chilly-boos and my pen. While sipping a wee bit of cider in deep purple among the hemlock, as the glockenspiel seizes, and the keys go belly up. And as my words of gloom flounder with a voucher of old men rising, furloughed from the house of chagrin, with cataracts on my pen.   In conversation...Read On

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Neptune's Glider

In the aquarium of my mind's keep hearing echoes from the sea, and you whispering to comfort me,   collecting seashells by the sea. With the tides of dawn cresting to the edge of the deep waters, and the lords of blue aqua pipe with seashells of poetic flutes. In silence of the dark abyss floating to tunes of lunar moons, drifting in dreams on my horizon, as if Neptune's glider in my sleep. ...Read On

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Mr. Grim

Out on the rooftop the reaper was peeping with blood on his mind. While down the chimney fall the mice were sleeping dreaming of cheese, and Roquefort dressing. Every night was Christmas for Mr. Grim, and his eight tiny curmudgeons. Awakening and rising sitting straight-up in bed feeling the shakes of the frigid gloom. Perhaps it was just... Quicker than a flicker with a finger...Read On

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Glory Of The Twilight

It was a wistful longing for the night winds that had me pawing dark's sensuality. As my breath condensate in a brume of sooted smoke from the nearby chimneys. And I grinning a grin of a harlequin. As I lit the gaslights, a choir in the distance harken a carol. "O come all ye faithful..." Beneath my button britches my manhood twitched, with Old Nick's itch. And with a glint in my monocle...Read On

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Prayer For The Dead

Forgive me, Obituarius, Oh, dark knight. With pen in hand of ignominy In my garret, Sacrosanct sans scrote. A darkness at the end of my inkwell Scripts a nebulous gauzy world of ghost Amidst quotes from the vicar of the undead. The mind of nomads with Byzantine wings Leave footprints in the sand As cold winds blow across Medina, With pen in hand of ignominy.      ...Read On

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Windmills

In my memories, I reached back into the archives of my knapsack, as if I had lived the essence of you, and the rising tides... eventfully they do. All the while with smiles you cast upon amber meadows down below, with gentle kisses come my way as clover dance and rosewood sway, and the sea-bells rang. As mist of the waves blow caroling of thee I write of our golden rings, setting sail...Read On

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Cup Of Gin, Bombay

An old broken poet, he has a hungry eye for the darkening clouds coming his way with pen and ink, he whittled a thirst for a cup of gin, Bombay   The gin was bitter, it burned his tongue but the swill made his mind full of song and with a well of ink, he flung a verse for a cup of gin, Bombay Rolling dice in a fast lane called life   he wrote it dark into the dusk of erotic mimes in...Read On

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World Of Unicorns

With tomes of poetry and words Between lines of gossamer threads In a world of unicorns and puppy dogs   To be read when loneliness prevails   As earth-tones turn to autumn Between lines of gossamer threads   And leaves of umber scatter Neath God's rainbow ladder In a world of unicorns and puppy dogs    ...Read On

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Take A Little Flight With Me

In dreams of yesterday's psalms A crucifix stood at the apse, In shadows divine. Did your baptismal awakening lapse? Do you remember, last September? When you were but a mortal in the flesh Never giving thought to the perpetual twilight, Before the lord of darkness, whispered your name. Take a little flight, take a little flight with me, Night wings are but a coat of ebony, So take a...Read On

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Dear Santa

Dear Santa. All I want for Christmas is something for ED, constipation and some Polident. And if you think about it, bring me a broad who doesn't have varicose veins or a goiter. Also, a new blow-up doll of Tammy Wynette. It seems the old one sprung a leak and is now in space, somewhere over Miami.   I understand that I got failing grades on being nice but hemorrhoids give me a...Read On

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Obituarius, Vampire King

The elder mummy foretold me, as I was entwined in gauze and stood in sand to my knees; “Don't be exorcised by a two-faced omen.” The pain engulfed me as I withered, then was reborn as dead. Like gypsy moths in caravans, a brethren of the damned. Moving across Europe when present-day England was nothing but a rock. Giving mortals a new kingdom of the un-dead. A glorious aspiration long...Read On

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I, Vampire

Up the lattice and down the stairs my Scarlet awaits midnight kisses, as she sleeps beneath satin sheets, until waking to an eternal dusk.   I Vampire, Lord willing me my thirst, in shadow of the pale moonlight as an ensemble of cellos bow, strings of resin snow.   Touching your warm breasts with my lips of cold magenta, a frozen December, my love, as your eyes fear not me.   Come fly with...Read On

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Boo

If I had the skills of Shakespeare, I would be Poe's ghost. Given my proclivities for the dark and pale strangers who lurk. But seeing as I have no time for talk, I let my pen squawk. Pounding sand for my fans.   I play not a fool for those who seek a bed of eggs for their basket. Because my yoke is for those who play by the Ouija, in my mind's abyss. The ossuary of my Bic's and Paper Mates.  ...Read On

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No Time For Spirits

Inviting you in to my spiritual wake As a censer shakes of omens and sins Obsessed by silence of nocturnal clock   Bound by iniquities of my pen and ink   Poetically conceived in my metamorphosis And genus of the blue-wing dragonfly Having no time for spirits and old men    ...Read On

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Count My Blessings

Wherever the winds blow in dreams of my sleep  As the valance of dusk close my eyes  And a silence tolls whispers of leaves falling While stars twinkle like stars gleaning   I count my blessings for your touch   Praying to the Lord for a Nightingale's tweet      ...Read On

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Blue Eyes Daisy

In latitude between Autumn and Spring. As the shadow of the solstice kisses me goodnight with your smile in profile. Bury me lazy, with your blue eyes daisy. Feed me breadcrumbs of memories in the solemn of my oak portmanteau. Beneath the lights, of when we were young, as the trellis grew red roses. When the world wasn't so crazy. In latitude between Autumn and Spring.  Bury me lazy, with...Read On