Category: Poems
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POEM: Nazi Zombies on the Moon
NAZI ZOMBIES ON THE MOON You probably don’t even know they’re there You may not even know that you should be scared, You can live your life in ignorance Ignoring the cosmic significance Of the signs up in the sky And mysterious strangers passing by And you can try to conceal The hidden...
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POEM: Mask
I’m peering from behind a mask, A mob is shaped into a crocodile Winding around me. I’m swept up Carried on the backs of impossible beasts, Horn and claw are raised and tails sway I have no face. Perspectives are torn Out of shape. Some are redrawn But nothing escapes the architecture’s demands That its...
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POEM: 5 A. M.
5 A.M., night fades tiny words jump into space. Holes in the morning swallow the gap between mouth and opening mouth. Discordant music- The words meet in mid-air, Sharpened into dawn swords. You lick your lips, they bleed. I wish My tongue could cut so deep as yours POETRY LINKS ALL...
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POEM: It
The creature curled up next to my bed, Tightly wrapped in cracking skin, Sleeps with one eye open and waits For the time of night When we wrestle I am a bag of bones. Knuckles crack, I shiver. The pillows are stones, The white sheets crack like ice cold Whispers catching breath So...
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POEM: Drum Fire
my restless fingers comb the surface of this animal’s tight skin- these fingers crack, these fingers flex- sparks fly from my fingertips… summoning the sullen beast’s power into my heart, I can feel the ache of its final mournful cry- gentle bulk swaying, great udders shaking, final breath expelled in an anguished sigh ...
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POEM: Alison
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POEM: Deep Breath
you tore me into LITTLE STRIPS I hung, on a broken stick in rags and tatters, a teeth-chattering scarecrow on a rusty hook my eyes torn holes in a stiff black curtain flapping pointlessly in space smoke-blind, rose-pricked, sky-haunted, pecked-at by thin black crows seconds before the crash came you pushed me...
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POEM: Hero
his eyes, full and enraged like two moons. The smoke from the corner of his mouth slick like Bogart, cool like Bacall the trilby turned down, the moustache and the leer, the raised eyebrow, the flash of the teeth in monochrome endlessly rerun, he is a patchwork of black and white dots, a form twisted...
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