Brand "X" , and ACME, poems and stories. Surreal, sappy, funny, horrific, and human.
On the last doorstep before green, I stand. The mossy carpet rolls and ripples to the very jamb. From away. Away. These three have seen me, shepherded me, sung me, … Continue Reading Eighteen. The rolling green. With my Gravity Queen.
The psychopath’s dreaming Of arts he is scheming And he thinks of their terrible glamours When carnality clamours His heart he enamours With pictures of pendulum hammers ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (Inspired by … Continue Reading Doom doom doom
I stand, looking out, on the highest rampart of the cantilevered castle. All of the Members stand with me today, deck upon deck, in honour of this coronation. The crescent … Continue Reading 18. A dream of subjugation
Father, please deliver us from precipice and pit. From devil spawn carnivorous that eat us, bit by bit. Pushing as we’re slipping back. We hear the mad refrain. The landscape … Continue Reading Diabolical
I’ve started seeing faces in the most unlikely things. At random times and places these thoughts, upon their wings demand my close inspection, their weirding eyes aglow; their dark’ning introspection … Continue Reading Tenuous
With an inkling of joy & brightness, I’ve experienced what seem to me to be the figurative visitations of angels. Chance encounters, while out in the marketplace or pumping gas, … Continue Reading Are my feet off the ground?
Through a half inch chink in my prison of warm rubble, I stare. Gluttonous for the light. I screamed, at first. Now, breath is shallow and rationed. In thirty minutes, … Continue Reading Blackstars
I was combing the cat’s hair he smiled but the hair began to come off in clumps soon all there was was skin and his eye fell out I had … Continue Reading Crazy crazy
I dreamt this morn’ of fences They’d been put up while I slept But the fog obscured my senses And I stumbled ’til I wept The urge was strong for … Continue Reading Barricades
Gerald. My Gerald, my boy. I seem to wake on this snowy night, and, my boy, my little boy, you are deeply asleep, but you float in my room. You … Continue Reading Cassandra’s dream
On the promontory, in the day, Alone, I look in idleness. Gulls, yes. They circle, yes. Their cries, a tapestry of the familiar. But, on this day, they swarm. So … Continue Reading Number 16- Shoulders in the sea
It’s three in the morning. He gets up to pee, second time since bed. Hobbles to the hallway bathroom, then stops suddenly, swallowing a seeming lump in his throat. Silhouetted … Continue Reading The girl of his dreams
A green caterpillar, stripy, with soft padded sticky feet. It twirls and caresses the finger, then drops thirty storeys. A shattered shard of mirror, six inches from point to base. … Continue Reading number fifteen
I went to the new bakery in town. It had an opening soon sign on it for two years. Today was the day. It has a very small door,and is … Continue Reading #11 Dream
me and me buddy we are twenty one we have freckles like Alfred E. Neuman we are atop a kids’ slide we climbed the long long long ladder with the … Continue Reading abstinence is more fun
