Category Archives: Poetry

Bar/Riot

They were in the bar watching the riot on TV When the plate glass window shattered and Suddenly The riot was in the bar

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Believe

She comes behind me while I’m sitting there at the banquet and when I realize it’s her it’s over– over for everybody and everything that’s not her. the boring banquet, my unfortunate date, all of it. I get up, turn … Continue reading

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Golden Tablets

The Goddesses inscribed my fate On these golden tablets Hung them around my neck And Their weight pulled Me down to earth When I returned The tablets were wiped clean Only a mark or two remained A mark or two … Continue reading

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Avulsion

My face avulsed By supremely keen Robotic assisted precision In Nancy Reagan red

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The Blue Dress Address

The blue dress address Scripted across you   Neck line edge Cut low drawn From a sapphire sheath   Hem line detailing A body recovered From an azure fuselage   A biped embedded In high heels A curvilinear graduated Cylinder … Continue reading

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Do you remember the day a bee fell in the fire It was don’t you remember the end of summer — Guillaume Apollinaire

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Not Necessarily Normative

A twilight maiden with The commencing fascination of A serpent uniquely disturbing An incompletely socialized Schizoid presence with a pretty Evident vein of madness and Rather vague notions of decency Not necessarily normative nor Lacking  a demonic dimension Pure nightmare … Continue reading

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The View

View   A knock – which is unusual because there’s a buzzer at the building entrance, so my door doesn’t get too many unexpected knocks. I finish pouring my glass of wine, walk over, look through the peephole and immediately … Continue reading

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Not Necessarily Normative

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Confluence

It’s all about the confluence, really, and that narrow spit of land where the two rivers become one. There’s a big rock at the end of it, and if you hang around there long enough something interesting always seems to … Continue reading

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