Tag: poetry

  • so many

    in the shadow
    i am so many

    i am bone knife
    i am blood dream
    i am antlers inked
    i am rust scream

    if there were a love
    i would disbelieve
    for i am so many
    in the shadow
    unseen
  • that lost

    that lost generation on 
    the corner of 6th street
    and some unrecalled cross
    half lives forgotten
    at cigarette butt curbs
    run sticky with
    mad dog spilled
    waiting for the bloodsport
    to find its fill feeding
    the maelstrom under
    paint-me-black decks
  • now we are again

    the things we did in
    the ruins of forebears
    along rapids back then,
    scaling backwalls by
    the falls with flowers
    in our heads

    like those tools left out
    in the rain, my friend
    blood washed to rust in
    our time flowing over
    to the big river in
    concrete broken gutters

    now we are bloodless
    again
  • nothing flint

    scrying of flint eyes
    finding in them

    nothing
    .

    distant ridges call horses
    home with the wind
    blow mane black,
    tangle mane dun —
    storm, she is rising

    rise now painted walls

    first sky tears fall
    determined, there is
    nothing, there is
    nothing in those
    flint eyes at all
  • i dream in paper

    i dream in paper
    walls thin of shadow
    under a pastel moon
    hang barbed of wire
    set singing on wind
    these long cold of night

    scatter you pink
    scatter you wine
    down by the riverside

    steal heart my bone
    folded pale of pale
    i dream in paper
    under a pastel moon
  • 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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