Category: poetry

[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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[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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[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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[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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[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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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]

gallons of ink have been spilled
etching razor blade words 
into arms wrapped in the rags of
our stains

little changed in the years between
youth and age
till gagged
still chained

[Originally posted June 23, 2020 on sceadugenga.com]