Best Inky Black Poems

She senses before she sees
The manicured nails - the elegant fingers
Holding out the hundred dollar bills - enticingly - so temptingly
A generous nights takings of...

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When I think of what to write
often the ocean comes to mind
Endless sea of pretty blue
and stretched out horizon lines,
impossibly flat

Yet when I actually arrive
it...

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The inky black water sucks her in further
As she descends into the black depths of the abyss
Cloying dark swirls cover her head as soundlessly it...

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I had never before glimpsed the sea, and I had often felt the lack,
As rainbows sense the lack of luster, so they keep on coming...

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A legend in our time,
Nessie lives in Loch Ness. 
And while monster to some,
he is loved by the press.

Moonbeams gilded the waves,
like golden filagree.		
And it’s...

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INDIAN PIPE
(The Corpse Plant)


in the shadows
     in the shadows
          teardrop eyes

Like bagpipes...

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In limbo her soul breathes
The inky black of midnight crawling her skin
She watches his chest rise and fall
The rhythmic sounds lulling her to sleep

She pierces...

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(oh, mercy ... )

amazing eye whites,
perfect and pure as glacial ice -
they draw me in,
like diving into a clear Caribbean lagoon,
fluid and cool ...
brown iris...

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While drowning in a sea of sadness
I drowned a sea of sorrows inside me.
From the pools of ebony
I emerge anew as...
    ...

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In the beginning
what we may call noumena
from a singularity unfathomable 
the very first outpouring of God’s breath
created what we now see as vastness of space

but...

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Year five of the Great Depression. 

April 14, 1935 another Sunday of church services praying for
The rain that wasn’t coming.

And the sky turned mean and...

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A medallion moon marks the end of day
as a spectacular scarlet sun sets.
And as a spent Sol, slowly slips away,
subsequent shadows swallow silhouettes.

Brisk breezes blow,...

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I Think, Therefore Am I?


Neck cracking penumbra
shines on starlit mundanity
ebon macabre epiphanies
fogwebs of my morality
my tongue twists ceaselessly
trinkets of truffled profanity
dearest mirror, mirror reality
has humanity...

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God’s Own Poetry

The waning moon comes like a bandit in the night

Night of inky black floating clouds that flirts

Flirts passionately unforeseen shadows

Shadows untamed blackberry hue...

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(continued)

She wanted me to re-marry, you see, but I never did.
Oh, I had a few trysts, here-and-there,
just to remind myself the plumbing still worked,
but all...

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