Long Incubi Poems

"We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are." Anaïs Nin







“Man Eating Flower” 



Voluptuous lips 
Velvet soft and slick
mouth words that skip
and crush off wet tongues to 
french kiss and swallow
all...

Read More

"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...

Read More

]=           THE STRANGER MAN  (1)

Once a foetus when I began the venture
And sloughed from the cove of the womb
Now closer the monstrous possessions 
I...

Read More

The crone can hear the children's laughter, cold as ice
And they exclaim out "witch", not thinking she can hear
Their parents then admonish, "Try to be quite nice."
Upon her thin, emaciated form they leer
Of love forbidden...

Read More

DIE THE DEATH!
(Dona eis requiem sempiternam)

Die the death and transcend vanity
O poor vernal flesh and bone,
Waned out of this primal valley
And sink like the moon beyond the coast.

All expectations, ‘tis the greatest
Reclined at the backdrop...

Read More

Why?
Why not!
Their point of view

Each Friday they drank 
vengeance
every bottle drowned
another ache

Knights
shedding the end of a week
elegant shine
lost in devil may care

Needs
numbed in a 3-day marathon
Drink, drink,
drink until dread's dead...

Why not?
Coz they can't unsee 
a...

Read More

Oh... sorry, this was supposed to be a positive message...

I can't see very good through all these dark clouds,
                ...

Read More

Poetry is a simple ride 
through back road rural country side.
Alive with gardens sprouting corn,
white puffs of cotton being born
fodder bales lazing countrified.

Each turn a treasure to the eye,
white egrets stalking incubi.
The rolling breast of...

Read More

------------------------------He died August 25,1971 7:14 P.M.
                             ...

Read More

Angels of death, thieves of hearts
You are trapped once their entrancement starts
The only escape of their spell is eternal rest
Hades enjoys using temptation the best
His servants are well versed in his charms
Demons of magnificent grace...

Read More

Banshees’ howl and werewolves’ prowl,
Medusa’s calling your name,
Under the cowl of vampiric fowl
You’re raising the stakes to the game.
A common greed, as succubi feed
Engulfing your final amen,
Planting the seed so all that you’ll need
Is the...

Read More

MY MOTHER

See her laden and brimming with the sheaves
On a hilly furrowed plane shrouded by leaves
Her way homewards she plods and heaves.

See her joggles on the spinning wheel
A textile she winds out the cotton reel
And...

Read More

State of perception placates
sun or moon
incubi or mindful art
dreamlike lays or lucidity

a place of rest where we are restless
turning in and tuning out
body's give but souls still shout
exuberantly in the echo chamber of the heart

arrows...

Read More