Long Spooking Poems

He is looking at her a bit sanctimoniously
He is about to mansplain again

"Am I spooking you?" he asks grinning
"I'm not trying to propose, Cutie.
God no. Could you imagine?
I just think it's possible, you know?
I'm just...

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from the extremely large to the very small, rocks have been game changers
  planet-sized melters, moon-makers
  asteroids with cataclysmic impact, dinosaur terminators
  again life's prospects pivoting
  this time, on tiny stable...

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Ruse of the evil grimace also known as "Blondie"

A real hunter (and huntress), she stands five feet
and tips the scales at most one hundred pounds.

Despite looking like a little girl, her stock in trade
masks that...

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 Part 2
4th Delirium: Lost Souls
Sunken cities , pilgrims peering.. gawking,
squinting eyeballs, blazing sun
Janus facing, shepherds chasing.. stalking,
friends embrace before they shun
Tearooms steaming, tumult teeming.. talking,
lovers listen, poets pun
Broken stones unanchored, quaking.. rocking,
slipping, falling, one...

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Beneath the city the river fishing is good.

I roam with tackle and pole below those wiggling tapeworms
Wound around the cement underbelly of bridges
Devouring the guts of the city’s glamour
Down here where shadows are long as...

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Before it’s too late

Distant bells clatter on cloud fed weathered skies where
darkness creeps past low light vestibules, faded beams flicker 
Short skirts wave in a winter wind, breezy attributes
revealing fishnet thighs calling to the next...

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"Another 150 Illinoisans have lost their lives in the last 24 hours
   May each of their memories be for a blessing
2,240 residents have tested positive for the virus
   Another 365 new...

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(alternately titled: ah me go march'n home on derange)

I'll play the devil's advocate, yet
prepare a stance with pitchfork
     against misinterpreted faux attempt
     to describe, how whet
d'ya column...

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Violet it pours, sinuous swirl into the glass, 
Rich in darkest ruby amethyst lavender glory,
Lower left in France, Bordeaux, Chateau Margaux,
Floral wine that hides you from almost everything;
It even smells like violets.

Indigo Children are wrapped...

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My best friend was on the phone,
laughing like a great aunt who had lost her mind
“Joe thought it was dead, but then he saw it making reservations with the dog,” I informed her. “We have...

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in every serious human idea 
 presented to the world as an engagement with it
 there is an unavoidable lacking in meaning
 which becomes left behind in the womb
      ...

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The Haunted House


Abandon all hope on haunted hill enter the house with a bitter chill
Walking bold with a thrashing thrill breaking through the rusted grille
The door slams shut as we look behind now facing fear...

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The rocks crumbled underfoot
As I descended into darkness

Eventually my phone became a guiding light
Leading me further into the depths

Eventually I came to the end
And shined my light on wall

There were words etched in stone
Words left...

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Ivory pilots night's idyllic sighs,
like timely climbing sky--untying cries,
lights espying irises gliding rise.

Evening lean sleeping,
beacon competing,
concedes pleasing keen scenes,
appealing leaping,
sincere esteeming,
green treat sweetly redeems.

Trailing rays draping shapes,
maple framing trace,
claiming plains facing lakes,
bravely wades gauged space.

Green...

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There is a place I will not trend nor will Angels least attend,
Where witches mix their brew and the warlocks let it spew…
All spiders on the walls keeping busy with their creepy crawls,
Wolves howling at...

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“Baby, win me a prize at the county fair.”

The smell of funnel cake mingles with the metallic scent of rickety rides.  The smoke billowing in the air accents my chills but I still want...

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Wondering where you are tonight?
Under the starlight I sail so bright
Rowing on surface waters that haunt me
Your faces on calm waters showing me

With my oars I hold so tight
Like your hold in me that caresses...

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A shadow visits me at night
He has long curly hair and wears a robe of black
When I lay down to rest 
I immediately turn my head.
And he disappears.
This shadow has been chasing me a long...

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She sits and waits
Upon the fence
Her hands are cold
The fog is dense

She waits for kids
Dressed in white
And witches dresses
To give a fright

Door to door
‘Trick or Treat’
Hands come out
With something sweet

She creeps up
Behind them all
And picks...

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