Long Gaslight Poems

During a bad storm one night I turned on my television
Grey and black flickering lines appeared, obscuring my vision
I went outside and saw the aerial had bent over but it would have to wait
Tomorrow I'd...

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Back when the strange appeared uncommon, 
I knew I was just beginning 
To scratch the surface of the truth.
So I got myself a shovel.

As I dug deeper, I discovered my scent so jaded
As to not...

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"Understood"




My feet stand solemn
grounded they're barefoot 
sinking in the undertow,
feeling what’s real

my toes grip the past

while the slow words 
wash it irrevocably away 
the ego sashays
and hangs that Faust in the wardrobe

Locks it away
turns the...

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Ability to defecate wildly swings (both ways)...
between incontinence and constipation

Irritable bowel syndrome i.e.
the former excretory bout I address
the above (polite way to phrase diarrhea)
and avoid moon efficient cheekiness,
yours truly doth buttress,
a literal warranted pain in...

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Tacita leaned in close and lowered her voice a tad. “So tell me, Jack. What’s your real name?"

"You don’t really want to know who I am. You just think you do. Aye, the public loves...

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"The Tree Hugger and the Lost Paradise"

They called her 
the tree hugger,
her forest was full 
of trees that watched
silently, they had 
no mouth to speak,
rustling their leaves
like fingers writing 
strange stories coded
for decoding a mystery
on...

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I look back at the crap but I had to do that to realise the fact that they yik and they yack it’s all talk and an act that fades into the black with the...

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"The Haunting"

What happened 
was a crime
in more ways 
than one

who can understand 
the mind of a recidivist
twisted, calculating
in this story, there is 
more than one, 

the night 
of a thousand 
cutting knives
the turn of the...

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so easy to fall, and so hard to break free

somehow as a child I knew
it was as if they knew my name before I had a clue
at 10 reading books about orphans 
free from the...

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(Colino)
so you say you have no memory 
of the last day you were friends with me 
no link to help remembering 
your brain can't give you anything 

conclusion, you are clueless 
your memory is useless...

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"The Gift" 

Communication to a friend...

Responding to what you have written, responding to your thoughts. This is a very deep and very sad write and I get it. 

I would like to read the story...

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Persuasion is a wise man's game
it's how wise men tame the thoughts of those who don't believe the truth.
Well they believe but yet they crave reassurance? They want to be told they're okay,it's okay, everything's...

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gaslight me the movie
of my underdeveloped consciousness 
give me a hand 
take thine arm
without the silent treatment 
and a thank you 
for the mind fook
hoovering is not allowed  

this is not magic but it...

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Willingly, I ran
That was the first sign my life was falling apart
Strange bike that brought me back in one piece, damn you
That hope of abduction never came to fruition 
I am complacent in the wake...

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You told me I was beautiful - "
in the beginning of our story. 
And though I couldn't see it-
you did all you could to show me.
You told me I was strong.- 
Even convinced me I...

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You became a narcissist entitled manipulative and lazy 
you began to lie so much you did it on the daily 
wooing people over as you told them their own story 
knowing things you need to...

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No tears, no self-harm
No casting aside of ideals
That World of Magic existed
And was slain before me

Time marches inexorably
And the arms race of tech does so at a sprint
Born on the cusp of change
I was promised...

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Upon making
     the treacherous
     undertaking optimal
     poetic theme to write
dangerous, and
     arduous foray into
     spooky...

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soft flames flickered offshore
Timucuan tribal campfires
luring Menendez’s armada

Feast Day of St. Augustine 1565
Spanish settlers rowed covertly to shore
more than 600 torches ushered in a new era of light

torches turned to gaslights
hanging yet today in a...

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My daughter heard
a Decent Cool-lio smart phone stranger
(with an African sounding name)
give a four fifty one Fahrenheit warning
Some said: the fellow was loco insane
Others said, 
not taking heed was the crux to blame

Mr. O Mgeni
said...

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As an aperitif to understand the essence of thought
Blood of a young tortoise touched my lips
Seldom as it is - pure ichor – I whisper’d in a trot
Let me get drunk on it while deifying...

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Simply Savagely Scathing,  
Your words how they bleed 
Spewing bitter astringent, still 
Assimilated by a voracious, vampiric me.

You-
Dictate, Mandate, and Inundate 
Like an immortal; 
Dispensing positional orders.
With acrid tones, and
Gaslight  Introductions.
Direct the Directives Direction 
Push...

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Amalgamate the fearful misconstruction 
soothing gossip which has scattered all, 
resorting in the kind that disappears, 
returning once again when eyes are closed.
I tremble more when calmed by reassurance,
disturbed by what some say they cannot...

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Gaslight me, baby.

I don't want to hear the truth. Tell me you love me. Say you need me. Promise you'll never leave me. Convince me you think I hung, not just the moon, but the...

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There are werewolves among us, or so it is said.
Not unlike what you conjure when you think “lycanthrope”.
They plot and they scheme for the blood they will shed;
they lurk in the shadows and feed on...

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