Short Trapdoor Poems

... lightning cracks sky's core

             darkness slams down like trapdoor

             all quiet, once more ......

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take me to the end
take me to the high gallows
your revenge subtle
the trapdoor my feet placid,
the door of my heart open.

© Harry J Horsman 2013...

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Sometimes I am a trapdoor for the sky,
sometimes a broken rung.
I don’t have the holiness of a sparrow,
I'm not put together that simple.
My God is the God of broken Ladders....

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Sometimes I am a trapdoor for the sky,
sometimes a broken rung.
I don’t have the holiness of a sparrow,
I'm not put together that simple.
My God is the God of broken Ladders....

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Closed up in the open air,
one foot deep in the dirt,
the other stepping away from its grave.
The wishing prayers of generations
promise only more of the same.
Sometimes I am a trapdoor for the sky,
sometimes a broken rung.
I don’t have the holiness of a sparrow,
I'm not put together that simple.
My God is the God of broken Ladders....

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softporn saxophone
botex for the soul,
strained faces only

held together by skin;
gluteal muscles for
nylon hearts and sweaty collars,

porcine,popeyed,
each mouth fallen open
like a gallow`s trapdoor;

the delight at a 
big dame battleship
built in stereo

that makes aftershave
boil under matching ties;
littlemen reduced to red....

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The mind was old before it came upon you,
it took your shoes
made you walk upside down
in an inverse eye.

Pray tell, is all well?

Now expostulate your lip tripe
and see if any much broken soul
cares.

Keep your trapdoor mind,
your garmented flapping pockets
so full of the disavowed,
the cancelled out widow weeds
of fake sorrow.
Be not evermore, be not even now.

As always there is much to be taken back....

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A HUNDRED POEMS - LXXXIV
(THIRTEEN STEPS)

My wooden staircase creaks 
[a heart broken by feet]
and weeks the measure -- my neck
What month long that noose stretched!
A hooded man in black
  shared a joke -- the pun a trapdoor
I fell --
        |
        |
    _________
    |       |

      
      for the line
a broken neck upon
   a heart string
    
        D
       R
        0
       P


:: 07-11-2014 ::...

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witches came while sleeping

during dark childhood nights

cold, terrifying descent

would howl at thunderous night
as screams rip open warm cocoon
dishes shatter starry dreams
fists pound bullets against wall
shouts explode like thunder
screams tear at empty sky

trapdoor falls

my hand reaches out

darkness rips at young heart
cliff is always there

terror has been there for much of adulthood

today my hand still reaches out

unheld....

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i stared at the ashtray
a trapdoor design
silent huffs and puffs
the haze, unseen, unfeeling
the bricks, mocking, urging
the dead fire still crackling, popping in my ears
the ashtray wants me. My soul
it smelt the dark mascara
pressed its ears against my rattling chains
my dark cloths only inviting its gaze
"touch me, taste me, and i shall be yours."
the wind briskly inviting its smell

now i lie in a cracked corner
rocking back and forth...

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