Funeral Senses Poems

Multitudinous bells secern the tones
as may resound sharp bamboo xylophones.

Pulchritudinous bells have rhythmic ding,
others that linger with tedious ring.

Some little bells can echo a jingle
that...

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the sodium arc light hums 
into the frosted night
Bathing all in acidic 
sickly amber that of a toxic wound, 
splashing through the skeletal trees 

the...

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My head spins as the noise from the crash echoes in my head. I sit up in some kind of terminal with strange trains bound...

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Wings black as midnight draw back 
from infernos façade 
Secret devices sharp, 
keen of talons and man-made MAW 
EYES; Scarlet, pumpkin fire orange at the...

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Only an echo is left
in the halls distant in the falls
void for trapings and all
drifts through the moments like shadows
awaking dreams 
the razor of reality...

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Whence misty eye's are in the 
shortest of supply on tepid day's

Pop the cork on that vintage
finest magnum brut champagne
you we're saving for a special
occasion

And...

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A kestrel dips into an updraft
thinking he knows the world
tranquility gurgles 
through silent valleys
over mountains
around the earth
refracted 
through the wind

The creature soars ever higher
in great...

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to orbit in a merry-go-round of  plants,
herbal and wanton wild on a tumbling hillside, 
dews  of mint freckle palms of curled leaves—
stem for...

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a samurai’s wife is a dead creature
she’s fallen on his sword, eviscerated
with her office

her geisha face wiped clean just before
the death mask is placed
carefully enough...

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