Brand "X" , and ACME, poems and stories. Surreal, sappy, funny, horrific, and human.
A stranger that I know lies deeply in leafy mold. We speak by mumbles in opportune nights. He is always looking away to some mystery true and precious, but I cannot follow his eye. He surprises me on inopportune days- pulling those strings, a pretense of wings, unknowable things. [Image: https://pixabay.com/users/darkmoonart_de-1664300/ ]
~I walk the sunny block. As I round a corner, there are three young girls ahead of me. I wear dark glasses, a toque, coat and mitts. One girl looks back quickly, and seems to speak to the others. They quicken their pace. A mother suns herself, follows me with her eyes. I sadden.~ [Image:... Continue Reading →
Bubbles are venous in the red river's valleys- oxygenated. [Image: https://pixabay.com/users/crystal_blair-16909546/ ]
Bare of snow and ice we were In the winter’s dwindling days And we marked upon the calendar The season’s changing phase Eager things poked up their heads To test the springtime air Some colour in the flowerbeds To grace a fairy’s hair But the sun, it paled, as iron dull And windy came the... Continue Reading →
In the wet of dreamshe rides on the rocking horse,gloves the mast of sleep. [Image: https://pixabay.com/users/ju_turner-12230830/ ]
With slow regardI watch the lengthening of fingernails.~Grow out. Grow out~ ~Take with you the sour pain, this aura's pollution~ Clipper you to the quick, I will, in foolish absolution. [Image: https://pixabay.com/users/saulhm-31267/ ]
Wants a cigar-those wrapped leaves of browning fragrance.Wants a cold pint of draft-that swirling stew of barleyhops. Also, we think, a bleeding steak with spuds au gratin-not this cardboard fare-this imitation of life. Ah well, a guy can dream, can't he? [Image: https://pixabay.com/users/anncapictures-1564471/ ]
One touches me warm hands and scissors My eyes are of the fish of the cat Such tremble So simple *** image: https://pixabay.com/users/blueberrykings111-8249241/
My alien comesin soft moments of quiet-a prescience on bug feet,and, all at once,I am fleshed in the realness of an eye. All at oncefated dramas are seenas certain and irreversible,writ on stone tablets. And then we sleep,perchance to dream... *** [Image: https://pixabay.com/users/kellepics-4893063/ ]
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