Liquid Remedy

Heaping spoonfuls For coffee or tea Heals the head When it’s too rested Warmth of a mug Against wintry hands Comforts when The brew is done After the tea steeps And coffee brews All that’s left Are additives Sugar and honey Creamer and milk Whatever medicine Can be added Chefs of good vibes Makers ofContinue reading “Liquid Remedy”

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Mnemophobic

Whitest cloudy heaven Of a bubble bath And a Red notebook Open to a page Of neat pen scribbles In a pale hand Of black decay Polished fingernails Blots upon a fine skin Pockmarks and Beauty spots Bloody knuckles Rubber choker Pearl earrings Collarbone Skeletal So gracile A sublime siren Spoken so softly That I’llContinue reading “Mnemophobic”

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Raptors

A wander A desert A lightless sky A blackened kind Of night a crime For void to shine Glittery grey grains In wind to wind Up dunes so fine Sandstorms to blot The suns and blind Million million summers Verdant vermillion Visions familiar A spiriter smother Intyranny covered Mysterious phaser A dithering withering Force ofContinue reading “Raptors”

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Dance of the Doom Dirge

It’s a scary shadow Walking determinedly Down a dark hallway With dim backlights His terrifying mind Gears are visibly Twisting, thinking Gears are churning Through the black Slag of his intent In his skull This horrifyingly Capable man Black clad Every heavy step On the ground Makes it kneel As he passes Stone hot driveContinue reading “Dance of the Doom Dirge”

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Warsxzaw

Warsxzaw There was always the Wet blacktop. There was always grey Warsaw clouds Threatening to drain Onto the small world. From heavy nebulas In the heavensya Where mist rolls In webs To aerosol ticks Jumping. Falling. Falling Through open sky, Past trees and Telephone poles, The ticks land On wet blacktop, Crawling in cracks UnderContinue reading “Warsxzaw”

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Blackgull

Blackgull Blackgulls make the Candle wax That’s burned through By the jar They caw and cry When storms at sea Light the skies Like L.E.D.s It’s their sound That smells of cold Fire and hot ice And powerful spices They fly on clouds, Lightning in their eyes A frictious breakage They call so loud AContinue reading “Blackgull”

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