Long Brume Poems

Dead Man Tales
shards of glass pearl the emperor's rise,
his arms embracing upon our sins and lies, 

do not deceive yourself , my friend.
in the twilight of our beings our corruption merges and blends.

there is no...

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I saw you …

high …
atop the promontory
spinning with manic madness
pirouettes et fouetté
lost in yourself -
in movement …
your upper back split, low
and, I swear -
feathers … peeking …
tucked under your shoulder blades
splayed and black as black
(obsidian...

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This was last Christmas - 39 days ago - doesn’t that seem like ancient history? 

We were in Lisa’s (parent’s) 50th floor flat, in Manhattan. It was mid-morning, we’d done the present thing, and it...

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I saw her footprints daub the sand
    no other tracks to show, just then
      late afternoon, near August's end
  a meeting that we hadn't planned

I'd left...

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I saw her footprints daub the sand
    no other tracks to show, just then
      late afternoon, near August's end
  a meeting that we hadn't planned

I'd left...

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again …

here I am -
a glum ghost
a somber shadow
I have come to dream

to pledge duty, your gleam
to venerate your foreday liturgy
ah, and mend the mist - the magical mist
another mercurial morn creature such as we

ever...

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Lost was I amidst the Scottish highlands
          The evening sky was blushing heaven-kissed
             ...

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A dear friend says I'm brave to go it solo in the city…
she has a husband - seven kids - two dogs - and a neurotic cat
        yet...

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thick mist …

breath of dusk …
bearing its own tales
the yellow bricks wind away
swallowed by the brume
fallow footprints, long since faded
but I cared not to trace them anyway ...
vacant souls searching for the
most basic of virtues
leading...

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I blundered …

through the dark forest -
I knew where I was headed
though I’d lost the trail many hours hence
but darkness had now fallen
and my face and arms
were etched red from my many stumbles
(tripping in the...

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"You drown not by falling in a river, but by staying submerged in it.”

A gentle mist
billows above the man-made pond
that spawns a rippling

sorrel-dusky brook
that ebbs and widens as it becomes
a river.

The runnel is dark rust...

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thick mist …

breath of dusk …
bearing its own tales
the yellow bricks wind away
swallowed by the brume
fallow footprints, long since faded
but I cared not to trace them anyway ...
vacant souls searching for the
most basic of virtues
leading...

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Across the moor
To Wicken Fen
Where brume swallows all
Into mire, of the life,
                       ...

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The last embers of daylight gleam across a round sky
to leave a red ribbon on the horizon...to underscore

The flourishing evening invites us in
as we slide our feet through the sea's soft sand
where waves lap the...

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you ...
are my moon
(whisper me, coolly)
wan and pale as porcelain
milky moll - `china doll ...
dancing the sky like a Ginza geisha
stars tickling your toes
prettily petulant, and perfectly ...
imperfect

my moon ...
(whisper me, wondrous)
warm ... lemon drop...

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apocalyptic abrasions tear 
across earth and sea and sky

crepuscular beast of no moon
reveals and unreveals 

ambiguous forms of vapor 
from crack and crevice emergant

close-mouthed apparition appears
forever and ever
nose breathing

billowing purple fire 

rancid breaths from open...

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oh there, the dappled meadows held
our dreams, though unassuming
love twined amidst the highland fells
like grasses thresh - sweet saffron flesh 
two callow hearts soft-blooming ...

we watched the dew roll off the morn
as brume rolls off...

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oh there, the dappled meadows held
   our dreams, though unassuming
 love twined amidst the highland fells
like grasses thresh -
 sweet saffron flesh 
   two callow hearts soft-blooming ...

we watched the dew...

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bam …

the thought explodes -
a tritium fusion reaction of epiphany
engulfing my every concern
knocking me on my bloated ego …
I have swum your gaze
a hundred hundred times
and more …
I have drowned in those depths
with no thought...

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Ascension

Sous une brume matinale
je vagabonde les rivages
des souvenirs
à la recherche du passé
dans les lits de rivières desséchées
vestiges de jours écoulés.

La vie nous dirige
vers plusieurs sentiers périlleux
les idées enflammées de souffrance
en attente d’une deuxième renaissance.

Affranchi des...

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Watcher ...

he wandered the upper
moorland mists -
the highest fells of Scottish countryside -
wrapped in robes of wan, wispy light …
aglow like the full of the moon,
and aback a white Arabian stallion …
he commanded the
brume and...

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Watcher ...
he wandered the mists
the high fells of Scottish countryside
wrapped in robes of their own wan light
aglow like the full of the moon
and aback a white Arabian stallion.
He commanded the brume and twilight shivers
and could...

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vtpsb68ggac&t=30s


There is a place where fairies live behind a curtain of dreams 
a wild forest full of green trees, fresh water, running streams 
little rabbits scurry by hiding in the hollow logs
and as the morning...

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I stand …

my toes
wriggling in cold sand
(pigs in winter mud)
sun has set
bloody and shimmering like abalone
the sea stretching from me
to the reach
shadowy and forlorn
but the horizon, still bleeding -
flaming and dripping like hot ambergris
and fading...

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oh, love …

do you still dream?
pray so, find me here
and haunt me -
stab me with those beautiful,
bloodless lies -
I’ll believe it all …
til waking

there -
I sit, toes in cold sand
wishing on a gulf as wide...

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