Frenetic wasteland blues
Sing me a cosmic song
Light the midnight with passion
This is where we belong
Breathe the smoky fire in the cold air
Laid my teeth on a yellow blade
Fell into the warps of time
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“Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light; I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.” – Sarah Williams
Continue reading “Daily Quote: Don’t Be Fearful of the Night”
We fade into the night
Watch us drift away
Our disappearance ever so slight
Please, don’t be afraid
We return in the morning
But fade again in darkness
Nighttime is for mourning
In skies always starless
Stray dogs rule this town
on other sides of rusted tracks
where train-cars no longer run by,
and broken needles litter roads of
hear dogs howl at nasty nightfalls
under black canvases of iron skies,
smell my rotten soul,
Continue reading “City of Dogs (a poem)”
We snake thru the glorious night,
red lights shining in angry eyes
searching for honey that’s in the
blood-fields, the tundra that’s
thawing as spring comes upon us
like hell-fire visions –
Continue reading “Night Terrors (a poem)”
Cold wind blows in the
dark night, as trash cans tumble
in a lonely street
Continue reading “Cold Wind (a haiku)”
Here’s another graphic art piece I created on Canva. The original photo was taken in Philly in the spring of 2020 when the pandemic first hit. I distorted the image and shapes to turn it into a “Nightmare Alley.” I like how the image in the center almost looks like an alien spaceship or something you’d see in a science fiction movie.
I dream of criminals, being a witness to misdeed
men with dark eyes do dark things in motel rooms
tell me to keep my mouth zippered shut –
I wake with a sense of dread
storm clouds gather outside frosted windows
a woman with an umbrella screams
then runs for her life.
(Photo by Lacie Slezak on Unsplash)
