Brand "X" , and ACME, poems and stories. Surreal, sappy, funny, horrific, and human.
Month: November 2020
November neighborhood
In the switched-off kitchen I peered through drapes of grey lace, transfixed at the sight: a mirror hall of backyard infinities, benighted in a mute of blue. The straight rise of chimney smokes seeping secrets into heaven.
MoreCamouflage
Garbed in pastels and duns I went, though there were whims of crimson, and blue ebullience. And I was always just around the corner, safe in softness, empty of the passings by. On a day, I thought to write lines with hooks and sinkers. A thing to underlie, a thing to fill this tired camouflage.
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Sleep tight
The sleeper’s in want of a whirling fan to mitigate the noises of the settling night To knit a womb of warm and snowy static that gloves in syllables ~We are on guard~ ~We will see to care~
MoreYou just keep me hanging on
I live in the worldof whistle and hum…those intimatesthat clear the blank snow from pathways.That conjure up demented dance,and keep at bay the deathly trance.
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