Long Ectoplasm Poems

I melt into the plural sky
its rippling tableaus of tomorrow
underneath open light waves 
see-saws the labyrinth
like Delphi tendrils crossing channels 
all the changing faces played
automatic, embedded in misty consort 
with Hyde-Lees and Yeats 
love-crushed oracles
ghostwriting...

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"Laureate"



Laureate 
speak now lofty phantom
to my mind

guide my hand 
I write I write I write

receptor of communication
things that are not mortal
Luminiferous aether 

sublime 
not normal writ
medium calculating in the script

In that other time
there you hold...

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"Tell Me Something Beautiful"



You could write me 
something beautiful
to leave me 
when you are not here

Someone told me 
the dead don’t speak 
they just listen 
I am reading you

I am always 
Here

I am front and...

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"50 Words for Poe: Temporal"



"Labyrinthine mind 
within chalked 
bones of cranium
lies the vestibule 
and shrine of
broken sacraments -
absent Advent,
Pentecost and
an "epiphany" 
solely lacking 
The All Divine.
There She lays like
Iseult waiting for 
Dragon's tongue
Black night eternal
immersed...

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great expectations
anticipated in the 
poetic heart 
Havisham delivered
all and more for love, 
a separate unseen thief, 
tore the others’ worlds apart

webs like ectoplasm
from underneath a rock
scurrying swiftly out of sight
wrapped tight around a child
dressed in...

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It was quite a surprise to us
when monsters came out of the night,
the beasts and bad guys of legends
who for so long gave us a fright.

We thought they lived on movie screens,
pulpy books, and local...

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this may be hard to believe, but it's true.  will be written in prose for my sanity's 
sake (too late, dummy!!)...let's begin our story....
in the 70's, as a musician, I had a band with...

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There are meanderings who itch and creep
    To fill my night with dread.
There are cataclysms where I cringe and cower
    That are better left unsaid
And there's an apparition to...

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I bent over to touch my toes
               and the ground tore open like a backbone.

I tried to feed myself the sky;
to...

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The Cinematic Film Treatment as poetic element 
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Snickering Bastards     

Two chattering ravens narrate a tale of blind revolution and seedy redemption, as we follow a Raisinseed V9.003, the latest hermaphrodite...

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On glossy pages generally reserved for stars of stage and screen
golden calves lounging casually on cushioned chaises, deities of decadence
sunlight streamed in black and white through filthy, filmy windows 
as flies converged in the corners...

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“The Sacrificial Burn”, a very short story of a pyromaniac, who loved the Light too much. 

A writer’s journey. Perhaps it’s about life. Perhaps it’s about death. Perhaps it’s about the end of the world...

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Banul had a knack for annoying others,
thanks to a fractious face – 
a smile guised as a grimace,
a grimace guised as a scowl,
a mouth left ajar when it should’ve been shut,
full of wrongful words

And Kashy...

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She removes her hands from her face
to reveal harlequin  tears
strolling down salt colored cheeks
that glare with a thin layer of blush.
Green eyes gloss over
and pour out in public.

Her boyfriend carries on.
He laughs and he...

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"The Croquis"



I draw what is required
from the Russian Doll
embracing my mind

Heart-shaped,
a planchette to guide
the necrophonic void

eternal,
recalcitrant,
answers back like a child

automatic

white chalk drawing 
whispers from a Ouija board 
guided by spectral voices 

charcoal shadows dark
cling fast...

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America By the Square Foot

We here in this part of the country, 
love God and stand for the flag. 
We here in this part of the country, 
honor the military, 
help widows and orphans...
and tar...

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...This evening;
(I will age.)
I will crumble,
...to deceased;
clutching the remnants of happiness
...to my chest.

Like the most precious treasure
...lost for eternity,
I resign myself to defeat;
tonight,
...on my lonely birthday.

The spiders comfort me,
weave silk blankets to quell my tears.
They...

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I found out that ol' JD died today
The funny thing is
Is that I thought that he died some years ago
And his ghost was sputtering about in some dilapidated mansion
Where the curtains have rotted to the...

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Ascend

An awakening of extraordinary proportion
Such conceptual notions a mental extortion

A eureka moment indeed
Ancients wisdom heed
Four elements ubiquitous
Attention paid solicitous

Air in total empathy with earth, water and fire
Ascend spectacular astral to obtain my desire

First time traveller...

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Hair standing up
Skin rippled with fear
Breath coming hard....
Means she is now near

I've heard the moans,
Many a night,
Always at 2:20 am
I'm now prone to fright

Something yanking
at my covers,
From the foot of the bed,
Somehow I know,
That something...

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Sirens screaming down the street/
cat at my feet/BBC on the tele/worried
about Kelly/air outside laden with moisture, rain/
carrying the song of a far away train/
brother can you take me back/where I came from/
can you take me...

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When I first saw the
ectoplasm,
I was startled at first,
Then I remembered,
I drive an old hearse

Maybe there's a way,
to make this thing pay,
So what do you say?
Give advise, if you may...

So I conceived of a plan,
Daring...

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The fisherman's shoes have worn thin, 
you can see where he's been by the shoreline traces 
of blood in the footprints on the sand, 
as time, as time does, blindly flies and races. 
And, in...

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Castle grounds at midnight
Spookily lit by moonlight

Black clouds were lowering
Ghost Hunters together hoping
Their collective thoughts emoting
Came greenish haze glowing
Tinged by ectoplasm denoting
An apparition visible floating
Long grey dress soaking
A grimaced face moaning
Panic stricken all noting
Few skeptics...

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In paranormal grief,
ectoplasm drifts down Peters Street
then winds deeper into the Quarter
searching for his haunt –
a corner table at Galatoire’s
where ghost writers meet,
but table and spirits 
are no longer around.

Painted white chairs
from under the wisteria
at...

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