Brand "X" , and ACME, poems and stories. Surreal, sappy, funny, horrific, and human.
thoughts
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.
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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.
MoreGod save the Queen
Dreams, I’ve had, and thoughts in broad day, now, of doors both shut and locked. Of bridges, burned or broken. Vision’s through wrong-way binoculars, cleverly cartooned. A safe distance. But listen…just… The clown is talking.
MoreThe church of research
May I do this with your arm, you said. Not ~Can I~, but ~May I~. And then, with your hands, you pressed down hard into the years, prying up stones that were cold and complacent. The roots of moles and strawberries. And “What?”, I thought. What are you looking for? This hurts, yes.
MoreShady doings…
Embowered in dappledark the mushroom kin shake out their seasonings in a randy rain of spores A fallen pollen for the dusky earth Shaded with umbrellas of gills
MoreHot gossip
I told you, from a distance, that I loved you, and was blackened with the earned shame of the illicit. Noses sniffed. Fingers pointed. Hands covered whispering lips. But you? You had a look of surprised wonder, and blushed redly, uncaring of the devil’s radio.
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