Ode to A.

Despite the hazards His hands scatter Impetuous as egrets Austere as harrier Over and over.. Again and again… Orwellian as orioles Mad as canyon wren Roving, forebodingly Randian as ravens Uncaging the cravings Despite the hazards His hands scatter Like winged contraband Staggering as arrows Synchronized as sparrows Dividing my horizons Into transmute hemispheres A […]

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r e c o g n i z a n c e

You see— It’s not really me, he’s wanting It’s the arrows of the marrow In the imbue of the sinews It’s the retrieval of the tremble In the drizzle of the symbols It’s the hazardous bliss In that strangers kiss It’s in the want for renaissance In the flesh that’s flaunted And I am pleased […]

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Wayfaring Patriot

O liberty, come to me As delphic as alchemy Perilous as harlequin’s grin Prodigal as Apollo’s sun A wayfaring patriot effectuate to none A wraith adorned in valor’s thorns As steeds flourish in victory’s wreath Phantom, sweet phantom Pain me, again and again Let me drink of thee If not for finality Let thy venom […]

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Of Monsters and Men

You will learn to love me, begrudgingly In fact you already do In absence and errant thought The forget-me-not first thought in the morning I am the pins and needles from the too-tight boots That you laced improperly just to spite me On remembering how I once said That aesthetic is very important And you […]

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Anything but—

Carnations never garnish the caskets of kings But the flaccid sprigs serve well As the empty promises of thieves The half-hearted perianths The pastel stalemates posing as foliage Plucked by idle hands in the dead lands Of can’t manage sincerity The leafy little demons The roughage of recidivists In their much ado-about-nothingness Clutched by teary-eyed […]

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Tiny Dancer

On a foggy November morning… The ache of a melody. It awakens me to a world that is still as brutal as it is beautiful. Only more so than the day before. So cold yet so cherishing. With December looming. — I want to dedicate this song… To Rachel of In Mind and Out Blog. […]

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| Whiskey Lullaby |

In an era of little more than mayhem Of rattlesnake bites and violent delights Of war cries and whiskey lullabies A duo stood prepared to duel Betwixt the gritty milieu Of makeshift tombstones Rotted driftwood crosses strewn Among precarious blooms of kingcup High noon rays unabashedly splayed Across the Mojave cliff sides Shadows loom like […]

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I think I can (I think I can)

The Question:  Train A, traveling 70 mph, leaves Westford heading toward Eastford, 260 miles away. At the same time Train B, traveling 60 mph, leaves Eastford heading toward Westford. When do the two trains meet? My Answer:  What do they sound like? What happens if one crashes? Would they ever meet? What if both are […]

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Winter in August (the deep malaise)

in the deep malaise of the day to day we ceased seeking the ethos of Eros anesthetized by the passage of time avarice withered with atrophy resembling the gradual annihilation of wildflowers in October wounded in imperceptible increments we laid in trenches that we carved into labyrinthine canyons of unfolded laundry and there is where […]

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Bottom’s up

             Down, down, down the rabbit hole, she goes In her minds dilated eyes The syrinx abyss unfolds Towards unknown wonders That bloom and brim asunder                   Down, down, down the rabbit hole, she drowns Swirling with lost’s and found’s Bottom’s up […]

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leones et agnos

If given the unfortunate choice Of playing the perpetual victim Or assuming the “undesirable” role Of the reprehensible villain Which would I take? Without the need to hesitate I would plainly state, “Quickly— fetch me my dagger and a goddamn cape.” If it pleases thee To burn me at the stake? That’s… actually great Fry […]

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I N V I C T U S

The taste of Invictus is that of unfiltered bliss An addictive acrid dulling to a perpetual sweet Candied honeycomb for the battle worn Rubicon lingers on the buds of the tongue As a florid crown bursting with laurels Whose leaves cling, indiscriminately To the weary foreheads dew Stoic tokens, not of superiority— But of blithe […]

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never ply paradox

never mistake a siren for a lullaby so say I by and by never be late to your own ego’s funeral nor hesitate to bend the knee before a Queen turned on by bloodshed off     with     his    head so say I by and by never ply paradox he who counts […]

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It’s so nice to see you again

“What the fox cannot reach he allows to hang.” — Greek Proverb   Empathy is a desert highway And there On the shoulder with hazard’s flashing Conviction, my most reliable lover Awaits me with the engine idling Flicking nickels, errantly Into a tarnished ashtray He’s bucket seat restless Cracks his spine to pass the time […]

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With the agony of Keats

I want to be acquainted esoterically With the wilting agony of Keats I want a feverish apex in Italy To end with metaphysical conceit I want to aspirate on avarice I want the Reaper’s lust To be ravenous I want to succumb To a sickness of lung I want to be a poet of unspeakable rarity […]

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my fury (III)

  fu·ry ˈfyo͝orē/ noun wild or violent anger. “tears of fury and frustration” GREEK MYTHOLOGY a spirit of punishment, often represented as one of three goddesses who executed the curses pronounced upon criminals, tortured the guilty with stings of conscience, and inflicted famines and pestilences.    I. my fury has a past, a purpose my fury […]

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Because it isn’t words.

A person who thinks all the time Has nothing to think about except thoughts So – he loses touch with reality And lives in a world of illusions By thoughts I mean specifically Chatter in the skull Perpetual and compulsive repetition Of words, of reckoning and calculating   I’m not saying that thinking is bad […]

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what happened to the words?

(This is a one take recording. I only had a three minute span of free time to recite,  so please forgive any mispronunciations or uncalled for pauses… Xo)   Remember when you used to be a poet? My God, those were the days You, when you still craved the words And when the words were […]

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Until you’re satisfied

I will wait for you in a bayou Where I am requisite and unrestrained Auxiliary to predation A consonant with the feral ecology Bemused with the libertine prose  Of sweltering tides Of sheltering fugitives In utter defiance of purity A confessor to the preference For total annihilation Consoled by the throated sadism Of wayward osprey Captivated by […]

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Let Them Have It

And if the bleak are to inherit the earth? Then I say, friends, Let them have it For they shall be in fine company Among the filth and degradation Reeking of havoc The flawed machinations Of the emotionally inept Let them have it Let them have their vapid domain Of trauma and dichotomy For this […]

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