Work Gothic Poems

To see monied power
In seeing from a higher order of Things
Fog still remaining fog, just thinner

What’s this found as now seen?
Just trying to get ahead

A...

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Her name was Susan and she was breathtaking. 
She could spin a poem into a spider’s web strength and ethereal wisps. 
I was smitten beyond...

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they shall fear this fury across the land
blazing bright the heavenly light of the savage crown 

all cower on the dusty, dank dominions of the...

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...“I will not just kill you,”she then proclaimed,
“That is too easy, I will make you hurt!
When your dread becomes real, I will come bite one,
then...

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The homily

At the church entrance
Beggars line up when the sermon is over
The parishioners in the warm feeling of faith
Give beggars coins.
God’s work be done. 
The...

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duskfall creature,
tipsy on the blood of the covenant,
tell me, when did you pull the ninth card?
when your fangs grew in
and your eyes grew tired,
what made...

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Angel of the Hollow Eyes 
of dark devices and secret lies 
of stone façades as shadowed fly

Mechanical things turn deep inside 
broken and cruel 
each...

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What tis' the work of man 
to leave a testament 
to his grand plans, 
the usurper of the throne 
eternal is, man!

The after image 
of...

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Jordan slowly stood and I just sat there 
all I could do for a minute was stare; 
Pitifully sit try and make a guess 
how...

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…on an Amtrak train.  
Business-class from DC to Trenton. 
It's the work rush.

There is a white man.  
Dark eyes. 
Gray temples…
Southern.  

Loud....

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What a work is man 
between his heart and hand 
gives birth to creations art 
imagery cast around like pages 
torn from young gods grimoire
Drifting...

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Her hair blown in the infernal blast
As the train hurtles pass
hot are the rains rushing past
Falling on an ashen hued metropolis
her form is framed in...

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Haunted by its simplistically,
All the masses work for nothing, 
Power drones I watch the meek alone.
Bare white the afterglow.

Power of blackened glass reaching for the...

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We sit in our idle houses
plugged-in to the world wide web 
of digital madness and make-believe. 

We text tweet posts from on far and shadow...

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The man wore motley, so I whacked him...

Hello, my charming neighbor; 
How you grace me with your wit.
You’ve really got the spirit 
And I like...

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