Long Crawlspace Poems

Bright, early light slithered into the crawlspace.
Something woke there under the dusty rafters.
Stars in its eyes and cotton in its mouth.

Nothing yet stirring, save for the faint breath of life.
Suddenly eyes open, momentarily blind and...

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I’ve been trying to suppress it—
Haven’t you noticed? 
There’s a pulse inside that must stay inside
There’s a crawlspace where I keep you as mine

I’ve been trying to kill it—
The feelings, they’re overwhelming
We’ve started a collection...

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Hollow place, crawlspace, where no emotion returns alive,

Broken or calloused, which shall it be, if I had the choice to make

And what is darkness to me or to them, as I attempt to find the...

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Sunlight entered the aquamarine potting shed from the east
Beating the master gardener by a few minutes or steps
Ruffled marigold seeds were waiting to be planted in seedling trays
It was March the fifteenth, an opportune time...

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The House of Snakes

By Elton Camp

Snakes!  They slithered here and hid there
And inside the house—how did they dare?
The new owners thought they found a buy
To check it thoroughly they didn’t even try

A paper they...

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Dust motes swirled a pirouette, ponderous stardust 
in the light shaft capture, straight as a die; 
fired to my chest from the crack in the tiles' armour, 
right on target, unnerved my eye. 
Laser sighted...

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"If you wish to make an apple pie from scratch, you must first invent the universe," ... Carl Sagan

Subtle crafts soundly, using euphemisms,
yet cluelessness dealt a sheltered abyss.
When one confront internal mechanisms,
whatchamacallit ... orphaned hit-or-miss.

A...

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Up and wide awake at three AM
  some creature in the attic once again.
Running, tapping, chewing on the wood
  that can't be good.
I jumped from bed to listen
  mad as he-double hockey...

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If there'd be a crawlspace big enough for
a mouse to fit through, it will be no worth
for measured do one pleasure of a dearth
will be a great loss to all concerned more

Findings of a soul...

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Did it irk the burrowing domain, 
A crawlspace lit like pumpkin pie,
And prick a truly genius brain,
Till thoughts and deeds solidify?
Sanctimonious in a sewage vat
That leaked to opine and convey,
Contrived, pip-squeaked a petulant rat,
Some dysentery...

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