Animal Gothic Poems

In the shadowed grove, where moonlight wanes,
A raven perches, feathers inked with midnight stains.
Its eyes, twin orbs of obsidian, hold secrets untold,
As it croaks its...

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See them crawling all over the ceiling
Pointing their slender anther in the air,
Their bugling eyes covered in a pound of flesh 
Waiting to plunge to...

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As I watch the rain coming down in measured bursts onto the dark waters of the vast bayou.
My mind notes the watery circles and bubbles...

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Spies above our eyes
Poe lies, no cat so lowly
foolish -- a reader of minds no 
blinds. Snow arriving unlike his
paws, no cat to see from...

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mesmerizing skies,
disco moon, wolves howl on cue ~ 
inner beasts, unleashed.  

12 August 2022
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Night 3
It’s still in my garden.
It’s back with a vengeance.
I can it see it there, lurking:
face black and white, its tail mocking.
Three nights in a...

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Out from the pound comes something so horrifing no one has even seen this gastly thing because they fall over dead from hearing it's growl....

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ravens scream
at midnight high
forever looking into the moon 
it’s magnetic white light glowing
a dark house feeling distant 
on an enigmatic horizons seam
dogs eyes glow distantly
Canines...

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Wings black as midnight draw back 
from infernos façade 
Secret devices sharp, 
keen of talons and man-made MAW 
EYES; Scarlet, pumpkin fire orange at the...

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The moon calls to me,
Primal urges I can not deny,
Changes in my body,
Being turned on in ways,
I can not control,
I feel bones breaking in my...

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In the corner there...
Under the defused lights,
With spectral highlight’s here, 
There, they float near and afar.
An apple sits in its technicolor glory, 
It's not fully...

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We dream of rain... 
And the mystery of the gun
We bold hold and driven apart 
Kill the king when lovers depart
We dream of rain and...

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A reapers machine
hot white harvest 
bone dry land
years have been spent 
driving this reapers machine 
Across desolate lands
Shifting oblivion sands 
Of some mad American empire
Insanity...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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Today John McDain
Is in bad pain
The sirens could kill
But he escaped it, he will

He's at the doctor,
Who'll give him meds
And maybe just some
Comfortable beds

"There's something...

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