Category: writing

  • Silver

    [originally posted on sceadugenga.com, October 18, 2020]

    Lucas heard the feral dogs before he saw them. They were whining in frustration, growling and intermittently barking as if doing all of these things would somehow get their quarry to acquiesce and come out from whatever hidey-hole they were in and subject themselves to being made dinner. Even pigeons, largely lacking a sense of self-preservation even now, when there were no people to cater to lazy feeding habits by tossing out breadcrumbs, wouldn’t succumb to such tactics. Yet, the dogs carried on barking, whining and growling in their denial of “things as they are”.

    Lucas hadn’t had a very high opinion of dogs before the fall of civilization and this, he felt, was a perfect example of why he needn’t bother to change his opinion to be more generous in his opinion of them.

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  • painted hearts

    [originally posted on sceadugenga.com, October 24, 2020]

    statues in the winter garden
    crying stone tears
    the memory of summerland
    painted on their hearts

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  • tattoo

    [originally posted on sceadugenga.com, October 19, 2020]

     the october country 
    is where all the sad
    middle-aged men go —
    wondering just
    which journey brought
    them to this place
    wearing a teardrop frozen,
    tattooed in the corner of
    their eye

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  • flower angst

    [originally posted on sceadugenga.com, September 1, 2020]

    9mm hip check
    the window voyeur 
    stutter-shifts to street talking
    street walking
    prey seeking looks away
    jazzy mop
    hip hop
    hollow-tip sway

    coffee calls
    shifting walls
    dancing on razor's edge
    on broken glass and
    checks his hip again

    shuffle home
    close the world
    carving words in skin

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  • of velvet and lace

    [originally posted on sceadugenga.com, September 7, 2020]

    death rattle leaves
    shuffle underfoot
    a touch of the
    samhain season &
    the japanese whispers
    of a secret oktober

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  • words

    [originally posted on sceadugenga.com on August 29, 2020;
    modified September 1, 2026]

    denise, with black & sick-green
    painted nails, rat's nest siouxsie hair
    hefted each of her knit long sleeves
    showed me her arms, each
    etched with words:

    "MAGGOT"
    "WHORE"
    "TRAMP"
    "GROTESQUE"

    in block letters, thinking
    to scare me away
    "i'm ugly, on medication &
    i cut myself.
    see? doesn't that scare you?"
    expecting me to make excuses
    as to why i had to leave

    i smiled sadly, 
    not sure how to tell her
    i'd share her pain,
    if only she'd let me,
    having carried the burden
    of my own

    she drifted away before i might reply,
    an ophelia in the weeds

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  • only regrets

    [originally posted on sceadugenga.com, September 25, 2020]

    wineglass lipstick kiss
    cigarettes not mine
    the traces left behind

    drunk on her kiss
    "yes", on my lips
    i ached to acquiesce
    but
    haunted by
    my own judas --
    i could never do the same
    to someone i knew

    and so "i can't"
    came out instead...

    she left angry,
    and i was left
    embracing only regrets

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  • days gone by

    [originally posted on sceadugenga.com, August 31, 2020]

    labyrinthine skyway
    urbanex trespass
    riding the viking city's back
    aloft and above
    throngs and buses
    summer heat

    mills where wheels turn no more
    empty railroad warehouses
    where bums shit, sleep and drink

    mary tyler moore in bronze
    holding court in crystal
    buskers outlouding street preaching
    shouts at the devil in biker leather
    the casual lusty glance 
    of hookers towards cops
    jesus smoking, watching
    unperturbed
    we try to catch mohawk's eye
    — she deftly ignores

    black men in bright
    purple zoot suits
    daring you to enter dick's:
    "are you experienced?"
    next to narrow high windows
    selling fantasy and
    rifle sport record store
    dirty magazines adjacent to
    paperback necromonicon,
    maus and superman
    buck knife wielding rednecks
    who hate the fag you must be
    while the pigs turn away
    ignoring the scene

    bawdy cabaret vaudeville tucked
    behind "SEX SEX SEX"
    because naughty of all stripes 
    belongs to the neon-lights

    sipping at turkish sweet coffee 
    and your java gyro lunch
    waiting for the show
    where a man plays guitar in a
    worn out house dress
    from a second hand store
    and nothing more

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  • pier

    [originally published on sceadugenga.com, July 23, 2020]

    rank fish and saltwater
    watching the ferry glide
    across the water at dusk
    the fire of the dying day
    dancing on the waves

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  • crystal tears

    show no steely smiles
    nor crystal tears
    as you ghost dance
    this mortal coil
    bound by razor wire,
    guilt and shame

    [originally posted on sceadugenga.com on July 10, 2020]