Long Bubonic Poems

I have a theory Gislane Maxwell was jailed
Another theory she worked with and for Epstien
One more theory andrew windsor is served trial Doc's
Another theory 56 million was the pre pandemic death rate
A theory there was...

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mom, why do u have to be such a little sl#t? lieing to us all, saying ur working but no money 
appears, sitting on ur computer ignoring us while we're pleading with tears, just telling...

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[This is an email I sent to our nephews Mother's Day; it ends with a hard question all of us might want to consider asking ourselves in this epidemic.]

'W. and I went to put flowers...

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As we reached the top of those stairs the sun was blazing,
Ernie peeked his head out of my pocket and screeched,
Robert, he said, I think I've gone blind, I can't see,
Just let your eyes adjust...

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(Piece is intended to be the most complex vocabulary gothic ever)

Grandiloquence,
mellifluous pulchritudinous,
gaiety of quintessential moistening serendipity,
bile deluge if you show the sanguinary breath,
crimson waterfall sizzling on lava rock hellscape.

Yclept necrophelia maestra,
macabre tableau,
dips douse abyssal incarnate,
now...

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“The Big Blues and Baptismal Alice”



In the land of the dirty politician
Steely resolve was borne bidding
farewell to thinly veiled conceit and division
that particular brand of milk had long in the tooth turned sour
in her red-hot...

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(continued from part 1)

What is innocence
that little boy
whose pulling his toy 
with it’s broken wheel
Do you think he doesn’t know that the price of that crack needle
Could buy him a meal?
Do you think he doesn’t,...

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Awakening Contemplations

Perception of reality changing in a second 
The Invention of congeniality as I wait for you to beckon 
The Australian informality of “yeah whatever you reckon!”
The North Korean missile strikes looking to constantly threaten...

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Beneath the River Somnium,
Abandoned Wishes hymn: quiet in the viaduct:

Reverse the Lodestone;
Reverse the First Sin;
Reverse the Autumn Hearse;
Reverse the Universe.

We are the murk men, intangible ends—inebriated together
With Beelzebub our friend. Absolvent now in burning skin,...

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CORONA VIRUS (COV-19)

The Black Death, or bubonic plague, which happened nearly 700 years ago, (in the three year period of 1347 to 1351 in which it lasted) took the lives of an estimated 75 to...

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CORONA'S LOVE

I am the innocent victim 
held on house arrest 
eating one meal a day
no visitors,

I was put on lockdown 
for shaking hands, giving hugs, and kisses,
how can this be, as if I created the...

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Vane glorious and absolutistic,
     though I defiantly,
     cavalierly, and blithely attest
Yukon bet your (laugh-in) sweet bippy
     mine acidic breast

houses anarchic, anti-poetic ballistic,
 ...

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It is now 'The End Of Days'
Don't look at us, avert your gaze
We four, beyond all time and space
bring judgement to this sorry place

An icy hand, your heart, it grips
Behold 'The Horsemen of the Apocalypse'
So...

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The year was sixteen-sixty-four
A comet crossed the sky,
And Londoners looked on in fear
Convinced the end was nigh.

The streets which once were paved with gold
Were now awash with waste.
A swarm of flies and scourge of rats
Foretold...

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black horsemen came over the hollows and dells
no one heard them coming
and there was no sign that they had crossed over the hills
they come bearing the news of chaos and disease
you could hear the bells...

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You’re probably wondering how I did it? How did I cure cancer? Science, medicine, the dark arts? No, I took a photo of myself without any makeup on a posted it to Facebook. Through doing...

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As I stand here on the wretched path of life,

A wave of darkness sadness and 

Gloom overwhelm me.

 

I'm surrounded in enveloping nocturnal darkness,

As far as the eye can see,

 

My life is in a...

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Mother Rat

The queen of common suffering
is a pregnant rat.
She lifts a perfume atomizer
from a dumpster-

for its chandelier glint,
lilac smell,
mint vodka taste,
soft squeeze-bulb feel,
and 'pfffit pfffit' sound.

A good mother steals with all 5 senses.

She has fifty...

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I shall watch
And I shall laugh 
I shall hold my last breath before I die
And released it with smiles of one last gasp! 
Once again in this solemn place we meet 
Perhaps I came to...

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YO I JUST WANNA MAKE LOVE TO YOU
IN A VILLA IN CENTRAL PERU
KISSING' YOU LIKE A SCHOOLGIRL WHO CAN'T CONTROL HERSELF
CAN'T IMAGINE MAKING' LOVE IN THE WEST KEY ABORIGINES
MAKING LOVE LIKE THE PORTUGUESE AMORE
TABLE TOPS...

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It is perfectly preposterous not

To fall in love with poetry.

For the poet creates the air…

…And the heavens 

Sweet verses we breathe.

 

The first time he made love to me

We danced.

He led me one word unto...

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The Gloved One 

Halt who goes there? 

The Disease 

I am the health care scare. 

The Gloved One 

Is your name bubonic, measles or tee bee?
 
The Disease 

No, that is not me.

 The Gloved...

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Our story takes place in the mid sixteen hundreds,
Filled with (not so) fresh corpses and newly beloveds.
The stench of Black Death had choked all of London, 
Moulding its streets into plague ridden dungeons.

As parents and...

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I awaken, alarmed by contagion’s dread,
by the advancing bubonic omen. 
My  muscular spasms unleash, involuntarily.
My astonished malediction yawns, cavernous.
I gawk vacantly in my remaining moments, 
at icy stones beneath my trembling feet. 
Just a...

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Does not matter what they say..
Poetry is easy but it’s not poetry…
Hallmark cliché is not a poem I am afraid..
You can spot a poet.. By their words…
Spilt from lips with gusto and fervor!
Grotesquerie gavottes meandering...

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