Short Poltergeists Poems
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Eternal now
Light fades
To darkness
Collapsing structures
Shifting dimensions
Poltergeists have
Tantrums in
The Ether
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Written: October 21, 2023,
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Undressed poltergeists prowl around
a lurch occurring on the ground
people stoked the burning man's fire,
our souls, toasted by the sun's pyre
we twirl boldly, strong our hearts pound.
I move through rooms,
quiet weather
changing air, its pressure.
One drawer sticks.
Light bulbs dim faster
when I’m thinking too loud.
The milk spoils early when I’m angry.
Doors swell shut.
I don’t believe in signs—
but last week,
the oven turned itself on,
then something spoke
my childhood nickname,
in a voice I'd buried with her.
10/28/20
When vampires fly abroad in search of blood
And poltergeists and demons do no good;
When zombies drooling, crawl up from the ground
And ghoulish spirits glide without a sound;
When bats and spiders brush across your face
And coffins spill out bodies all in lace;
A chill crawls up your spine, your hair turns green.
You know the time has come for Hallowe'en.
I often wake screaming in the dark from a nightmare,
The details of which I can never remember.
I feel cheated for having been so terrorized
By demons that seem beyond my imagining.
I expect better than that from my grindhouse existence.
If I'm to be pestered by nocturnal poltergeists
And succubi that leave me drained of life,
I’d choose to be privy to the director’s cut.
My curiosity demands no less.
Real disaster is looming on the horizon for American life
this country’s leadership disdains the spirit of truth
its sycophants continue to embrace the lies
repelled by honesty and facts
mendacity guides their daily mantra
dark, evil poltergeists dwell in our White House now
death thrives in their hearts
darkness looms in our future
the only purification for lies is to vote
it's the only remedy that will
undo this undemocratic fiasco
Looking back
curiously acquiescent
in 4th floor chaos
Looking through these
dresser drawers of
sleepy underclothing
Retrospective shirts
and tiresome socks,
these sheaths of self
more coincidental
than designed
Everything ajar,
windows, doors
my dresser drawers
Clues left coyly
in my path
by boorish poltergeists
Half absent,
I impassively apprise their
surreptitious ways,
their secret jokes
on my reclusion