I don’t know how this war started
but I know its ultimate end –
blood feud over pieces of land,
lustful for riches in the sand,
exploitation of earth,
mass machines churning
in desolate fields –
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Night Terrors (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 –
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Highway of Existence (a poem)
my body, dissolved in acid
is a fitting way for life’s end
terminate the contract of
my earthly stay
amid the snowy landscape
if you must
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Abandon Hope (a haiku)
Witch-Lord (a poem)
i grind the herbs i gathered
make a bitter drink
thinking myself a witch-lord
smiling in a pandemic,
scratching my sores
with other witches
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Tick-Tock (a poem)
the ticking clock reminds me of dying,
descending into dim voids –
each second my body
devours itself
organs shift in pain
my brain pulses blood
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Salem (a poem)
I’ve spent centuries obsessed with evil
fingers bleeding from scrawling in notebooks,
searching for ways to banish it
to deep corners of space
away from us
where it takes souls,
twists them in black sorcery –
I wake up in Salem, trembling
witches burn, the smell of scalding flesh
the executioner removes his mask,
smiles – I fall into deep sleep
(Photo by Vladimir Agafonkin on Unsplash)
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Dead Garden (a poem)
watching from the fire escape
I breathe in daylight, fresh air
a blue jay lands in a dead garden
her colors brilliant & offensive
dried leaves rustling like
fading nightmares
an urge to suck in colors before me
& vomit them back out
like the Destroyer God who
crushes galaxies in his hands
(Photo by Jr Korpa on Unsplash)
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Cold Cemeteries (a poem)
the only freedom I want
is to break my ego’s chains
which confine me in cold cemeteries
to the dead,
who rise each night & breathe fire
only I can see,
who speak in a language
only I can understand,
telling me with certitude
I’ll join them soon
& also haunt the living
(Photo by Scott Rodgerson on Unsplash)
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Screams of Harmony (a poem)
lapping waves on the shores of hell
over expanse of red clay & dust
on another planet
black buzzards circle above
pick at bloated corpses –
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