Long Planchette Poems

"Peace in the Nowhere"

Ghosts remain in this place
they read their words 
marked each day on walls
like prayers, it gives them
peace in the nowhere

someplace relevant to go

Ghosts commune in this place
disowned long ago or walked
off the...

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"Heart"  

Deep fissures formed
in the cracks of 
the nowhere place
where time leeched
bleeding claret 
through the green 
veined blues

protean bit by bit
the flesh disappears
prematurely 6ft under
mulch for rebirth
the subcontinent
conscientious conscience 
inward reaching

the divine central tableau...

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“Ten Years, Somewhere in their Lost Neighbourhood”

Of course,
he said, like a god,
there is no course,
one must simply go with the flow
the penumbra stands waivering its existence,
a kind of deactivation, fuzzy borderline hanging, 
backing the art...

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“The Seance” 

It was macabre you see,
we were all summoned,
and therefore found ourselves
in the front parlour of Ballylee;

In our dreams
we thought we were poets
of fabulous notoreity, 
the head ghoul set us straight on that.

The planchette...

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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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i.
‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring, not even my spouse.
My wife and son lay silent, all tucked in their beds,
Visions of demons no longer danced in my...

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"Dream Bug"



Hour glass 
rainbows sparkling
crystal grainy rapids
sliding intrepidly through life’s fingers

their coloured sands speak in tones
they are obtuse and vapid 
like snowflakes they fall 
confetti on my hands

Writing you 
between there
and here again
a feckless court...

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Akin twin invisible presence coaxing...paranormal

Action across ouija board
herald Faustian bargain
as fingers of left hand appear to move
planchette of their own accord...
inexplicably, silently, and verily
along a barely traceable minuscule chord
dance, with some spatial force
from outer limits,...

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Akin Twin Invisible Presence Coaxing...

Action across ouija board
fingers of left hand appear to move
planchette of their own accord...
inexplicably, silently, and verily
along a barely traceable minuscule chord
dance, with some spatial force

from outer limits,
perhaps a dimension unexplored
of...

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"Immaculate Lost"




Closed door.
A cell shared
in constant 
heartache
counting days
on a cold wall
words counted
tears fill a well
there is the ocean
where sharks dwell
sharp teeth
and vicious minds
unforgiving 
that do not weep
stone hearts
a voice cuts conscience
bleeds red a river deep
life...

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   It was All Saints Eve, Halloween,
   And from my window I watched;
Children dressed in various disguises,
   Trick or treating to each house,
   Where Jack-o-lanterns shined;
 ...

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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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Beside midnight's minting bare branches
   Dead fingered messages on bedroom pane scratches 
             Four awe struck teens oija board captured
 ...

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I smile and greet I'm a beautiful thing,
some friends and old lovers I meet in the night,
squinted and blurred since I gave up my ring,
my insides not outside, my inside is not right.

Occasional drinks while...

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Written March 8, 2012

Death mixed with morning rain and darkness,
Icy patches hidden on the pavement
Lived comfortably on the outside
As I rode along in my car like the 
Planchette of a Ouija board.

Unaware that the power(s)...

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PAST LIVES	

Oh, what might I have been?
Get the Ouija board, the planchette
Exhort the spirits of Cayce and MacLaine
Take a float through the baffling arcane

The past must suit male fancy
“Madam Zolta consult thy crystal clairvoyant
Bring forth...

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(Seeing an old man walking out of a marriage registrar’s office with a young girl, two women talking…)

Retaining charm till old is art
More than the matter ‘tis of heart,
Look, unstirred, undeterred,
Caught he has a young...

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