Residue

Residue 

Wrapped in cellophane and ribbon 
mocking burned down evergreens
Screaming at the shadowed walls
as nightmares spurn your toxic dreams

Lurking near the bottles filled with 
endless empty molten fears
Dampening the diapers as a 
mother cries her countless tears

Broken weave of tattered sleeve behind the darkness to believe
That midnight forms what we conceive in moments cast to only grieve 

                              We’ll go dancing nightly
                              in the attic
                              while the moon is rising
                              in the sky

                              If I’m too drunk tell me,
                              I’m so scared your little
                              head will come off
                              in my hands

What the heck did you expect for just a speck, a tiny fleck
Now hit the deck you wretched wreck as long ago we did suspect

Counting money residue on 
blackened smoldered fingernails
As billion dollar babies sing 
in toothless whining rancid wails

Toddlers of the devil’s creed wear 
shiny plastic floating eyes
Now staring at you while you sleep
these monsters gather in disguise


This poem was inspired by one of my favorite songs, 
Alice Cooper’s “Billion Dollar Babies”
The italicized lines are lyrics from that song. Here is a link to the song: https://youtu.be/6sD8sO0B97I
And in case you didn’t know, the other voice you’ll hear singing on the song is Donovan (Mellow Yellow)
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Dietrich Avatar
September 3, 2019 at 5:25 PM
YOurs is equally dark and creepy!! I liked Freddie's word for it , Macabre! Alice Cooper was great inspiration for this one. I don't beleive i ever heard it before!! I went to take listen and was not familar to me. I only heard the few of his that made it to the radio station I listened to, and I only recall a few such as School is out forever (loved that one) and Only Women Bleed.
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September 4, 2019 at 7:01 AM
Thanks so much Andrea. I just wanted to share after reading your fantastic piece inspired by Alice.
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April 29, 2017 at 5:24 AM
(You can embed the YouTube vid after you finished and published your poems) This is wonderful Chris, I LOVE it. Totally in love with this stanza: "Lurking near the bottles filled with // endless empty molten fears // Dampening the diapers as a // mother cries her countless tears"
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May 1, 2017 at 8:41 AM
Thanks so much my friend. I was sure I could but I don't really know how and am a bit too lazy to figure it out. :) Thanks for always offering such nice thoughts for me.
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April 28, 2017 at 3:20 PM
Wow!! This is top-notch macabre poetry, Chris. Even Poe would be proud of this offering. It has a razor edge to it, bites at the edges of our comfort zone. Kudos. Such a brilliant, creative poem, my friend. Love always
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May 1, 2017 at 8:40 AM
Wow, "Even Poe would be proud". What a cool thing to say to me Freddie. I have a special poetic relationship with Poe and your comment means a lot to me.
Rodrigues Avatar
April 28, 2017 at 2:07 PM
You are stepping it up, my friend! Wow! "Dampening the diapers as a mother cries her countless tears" 7
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May 1, 2017 at 8:39 AM
Thanks so much Kim. Yep, stepping up into the darkness. :) Thanks my friend.
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April 28, 2017 at 11:43 AM
An intriguing and welcome departure from what I have seen from you Chris, I really like it. 7 xomo!
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April 28, 2017 at 11:46 AM
Thanks Maureen. It is Friday and nothing much happens around here on Fridays so I will post a few darker, weirder ones and see what happens. I am glad you liked this one.
Smith Avatar
April 28, 2017 at 11:21 AM
Some deep Kimchi here brother, well done Chris...
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April 28, 2017 at 11:31 AM
Thanks so much my friend.
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