Long Nightshade Poems

“Now behind the eyes and secrets of the dreamers in the streets rocked to sleep by the sea, see the titbits and topsyturvies, bobs and buttontops, bags and bones, ash and rind and dandruff and...

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Another shift ends. I'm dead on my feet.
Too shagged to even eat.
The word leads (inevitably) to you...
I slipped the timesheets from work today.
Another incident occurred...
Sweetie, please be there, and say you care.
I loved working alongside...

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This is my last confession; there will be no more.

I am impercipient and slow from last night's sleeping pill,
wincing away from the harshness of day.
Kitchen cold, the room tear-splintered,
sunlight striking a watery rainbow in my...

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"Like a piece of ice on a hot stove the poem must ride on its own melting." Robert Frost 


 
"Bees Under Milk Wood : A Spell"



Spider Web glistens wet 
in the spoilt lies of...

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This year's Halloween edition....





"Pale Horse and the Yellow Submarines"



There approaches 
One

Light bringer
rides a dead pony

albino 
red eyed, no gun

or so 
the story goes

pale 
as death

hear its 
Netherworld neigh

beetles 
dig deep 

pigeons coo 
novocained

ignorant 
messages fixed

dull...

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It is decidedly so,
That I shall go where you go
And in our journeys
I shall never let my love tire
The stars deem it worthy
Your fire is my truest desire

For this is decidedly so
And nobody will quite...

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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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A dweller in waste places, 
a void in foggy darkness, 
the unseen shadow that trails us. 
A doom that curses benign plants. 
A tenacious panting wolf feeding 
off the sorrows of the soil. 
She's the...

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Though the starry eyed corona sporting sun dance 
cosmic phenomena (stealthily slated to describe mid expanse
night during broad daylight), this astronomical event common at a glance. 

Said Hal lens neigh saying Trojan Horse 
 ...

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I was a bed and mattress tester, a dream job like that of a yellow moon.
I tested the comfort of beds, pillows, etc., for night is ever coming soon.

I studied sleep patterns too, like vivid...

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The Underworld 

There is a path
that leads to the bridge. 
Well, not exactly. 
It leads under it. 
Why would anyone want to go that way? 
You might ask that question. 
I might dare to answer,...

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Meetings part one....A moon is neither a plant nor a weapon so never sit in a washing basket at ninety eight degrees. And a tick tocking plant is available for hop scotch games. Timed over...

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Meetings part one....A moon is neither a plant nor a weapon so never sit in a washing basket at ninety eight degrees. And a tick tocking plant is available for hop scotch games. Timed over...

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Every flower has its own color
With annual observation,
this we springtime discover

Give a womb kernel cede
of acknowledgment
To the spectrum birthright
of each other

We are all one,
tho’ from a different umbilical mother

Notice the bloom of time,
come rain ...

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‘ Monsters, Among Us … ’

 Scatter The Creeping Vapor-Stench, Away
  Expose The Wake of  Eerie, Fog and Shadows
And Nightshade and Fiends, and Vile-Beasts That Bay
 Begone, to Taboo, Grounds, Unhallowed …

… for...

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Dry rotted benches all splintered and frail. 
Transparent spirits fill the isles and the air. 
   In the old decrepit church they try to stay seated,
while the Malicious Eulogy is hellaciously completed.
 ...

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Galaxica
Her name is sung
at every Zekarian jaura festival
of the vision-resin harvest 
A gathering of the ga-lee seeds of the r-papp leaves
from the desert sandtree
Portends of shifting time winds heralding
the Missuriah manifest appearing
Galaxica
She is the chosen...

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A cupola shin, prickly dick creed, hoary 
 testes tossed, master baiting ova all eel trades
crossed the fecund Rubicon and ejaculated 
   olly olly oxen yawping, in utero seminal raids
with phallic coup d’etat...

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Feel the falling nightshade,
The decent of inferno's raid.
Coins in a dead mans eyes,
he needs to be paid...
Let lose the minions of Hel.
Locked in this deep dark well
Valhalla is in rage
Taste this malignant sage
In this twisted...

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I Think Of You - Ground Zero (Part 1)

Leaving under a blood moon
                in a jet plane rising
  los...

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(The final part of my serial "Do Not Listen" poem. I had written this months ago, but hadn't felt confident about posting it--until now and with a few edits.)

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Do Not Glisten, Child! of my early...

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those of us who caught or chased our love in every field
knew her best by memories that we caught.

anvils that we stood upon gave grain to find our shield
leave our stain upon the earth with...

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1..A rusty door-nail leaks a drying crust.
2..The taint of copper pennies.
3.Salt licking the scars of the unhealed.
4..A sunset burning dry corn.
5.Eyes bruised by anger.
6.Lips cut by stinging words.
7.Money burning holes in red letter days.
8.A fledglings...

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                    The beer gardens of hatred
          ...

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Nightshade seduction
arouse androidal desires
to taste the dangerous pleasure pill
that only humans are allowed to feel
Love poisons the non-emotional circuitry;
flip the kill switch ... flood the doppelganger dead wife body 
with corrupting, electrical ecstasy
Suicidal sirens are...

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