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The Fall of Valdersha

They are forever among us, the diaphanous spirits
Seeking the elan  vital of the cycling centuries

Running from necrosis, paying a mortuary tribute
To the killing fields of a nearby Roman Spring

Living in a somnolence stupor,melting and passing
An unpleasant drug experience, leaving me balanced and barmy

Rambling and reasonable, a maddened muss
Euphoric, almost transported, putting the cold petals to my lips

I have let the water rise again, swimming alone, except for my tea set
Along the hookah, amongst the mermaids and the kelpie

Can I stay? Stay here away from the lusus naturae, upsetting the gossamer webbing?
Stay low and quiet, don't breathe, don't ..... breathe

Who's there? Possibly Diablo Dybukk, oh, nervousness and dissatisfactions
Ah, beautiful malaise, venom frosts my skin like and angel in the ashes

Loopy loops and swirly swirls, pink and blue buttons attend my young heart
Kadydids scream through the air of forgetfulness and nymphs

The Land of Nod awaits my finis release, something better than death
No more rickety bridges ready to collapse

Take stock in this newfangled Kingdom Come
The muck of my yesterdays I have relinquished to the waterfall south of Jupiter

Copyright © Carrie Stevenson | Year Posted 2007



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Web of Platinum

My eyes are platinum, an abyss
They reflect the midday sky, a blue relic
I blink back molten metal tears

These garments are loose bleeding petals
They hang like rolls of skin, peeling and shedding
Billowing and sagging a Gothic shape

Black and bright this sight of mine
Shimmering like veils of flaming satin
A glazed, mirrory gleam of invisibility

What of these nerve coils?
This case of absolute lambaste
I haven't a qualm of the raven's hallmark

I alight, steadfast and amiable
Blinking my eyes of evanescing quarters
Upon the ghastly faltering rip tide of Atlantis

A trick, a favorable fancy, a visionary swarming with ivory
It knocked me faint with copious screams
A miracle!  It would have killed me!

What sort of jungle gutter has exploded over there?
Unstrung jellyfish kissed by acetylene
Fossils of shame, their death was delicate

I am too pure for this me-lieu
The last Victorian league
A grandiose comet trailing innards of ancient origins

Berries rot under the summer's tombstone
Buried under scant reeds, skinny and dusty
Our folk are braced for eelish lichens

Perfectly violent, shopworn and blemished
Til the pique of all furor does daunt and amaze
The gift of something beautiful, luxurious and annihilating

Where is my well-wisher, the paragon saint?
I've been hoodwinked by the moon-eyes sleuth!
Your death, oh gracious! I'll see it burnt and blood-splattered

I'll remember the Albatross of Atlantis
Home of the Arcadian Devil, tongueless and flimsy
A world of blue vol-ted days in a nostalgic geranium universe.

Copyright © Carrie Stevenson | Year Posted 2008

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My Skin

I'll hide the waste the fire can't burn
I'll move in a hurry, before the stench of agony sickens the air

Enter the orchard, dying branches begging for fruit
This season is rough, but this weather is brief

I won't be bothered by astounded and blind eyes
Your comical mocking amuses my services

I dream I am Junoesque, agreeable and fair
Live outlandish, lying in a darkened oasis

Don't underestimate my flesh, nor wonder my imagery
My dreams are sugar, you know of no luster

I've never been ordinary, nor wanted to be another
I'll nibble your mannerisms, and leave you in a dry place

I'll define your page, and haunt your flower bed
Your lack of color still does me no harm

Unravel and descend to expose the frailness
My tears are hot, amorous and deep

I'll afflict you neatly
Spring from my head for you'll never survive!

I have perfected cherry sweet strangeness 
Living in a waxy, sagging house

I'll bite and taste and nip and sting
Delicate skin and waspy lips

Incandescent faith and a chilly eye
I'll burn you down and your vain driven flight

Reenacted cries now fall on numb ears
Your ordinary bone is tedious to me

Are you empty yet? Are you that sort?
It's not a bad fit but it's not my suit

Let's be silent now for the sun has slept
Pitiful raindrops now dampen my tongue

The magma sunset has turned to pewter
The colors of the earth buried in the night

Somewhere on the edge, I'll heave my sighs
Then count the pink stars until another day begins

Copyright © Carrie Stevenson | Year Posted 2007

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A Thousand Fire Children

An otherworldly sanctum of velvet and glitter
breathing slowly, eyes enthralled
all in a flitter

Charms of scents flood like a Delta wave
becomes your keeper, oh foul charity!
into a web of the unsaved

It followed me home, cloaked in frosty white
and bathed me in the beauty of the
southern night

This pain is like a dessert of whortleberries and lime
even with my eyes closed, my sanctuary
burned through time

All in this abyss, this requiem, a frilltalon clan
return and close control, and with shadows
they ran

It glows soft yet black as lust
consumes with cruel loyalty and 
burns your soul to dust

Such a delicious tragedy of honeysuckle shame
smiles hide so many things, that even I
had forgotten my name!

There are thousands on fire, high on nectar dreams
floating in the bright dark, then the
sherbert sun melts them in a scream

Copyright © Carrie Stevenson | Year Posted 2008

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A Figment a Minute

I met the Mad Hatter today
Perfectly marvelous
In the walking dream
He spoke of the currents
and shadows...
Pure and loveless
The burgendy glow
of the candles
Whispered a shriek,
A millifluous requiem
Of the long journey inward
The hatter poured darkness
into my rosy teacup
There is a kind of a hush
A crazy daisy
Behind fragmented veils
Half-brained and stiff with empty echoes
She's Lucifer
Eating ashes
Living amongst the voodoo lilies
In the caves of brimstone
My body is a Confederate Jasmine
A veteran of Thorns and Rain
Chaos is artistry and I am stellar performer
Like everything else.

Copyright © Carrie Stevenson | Year Posted 2008



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My Keeper

Shall I turn the whole world?

Twist it upon its axis to suit you?

Bestow upon me this clout!

Forceful and important, you curse and seduce

I am content to satisfy, gladden and please

Barracade me beloved!  I am bemoaning in this bewilderment

The agonizing gentlness bites and licks

Once wooden and detached now annihilated in perfect adoration

Your silhouette branded upon my sleep

Definite and distinct, I will yield and submit

Violated my mind, so immaculate and perfect

Surrendering all challenges

Captivated by your favor

Indulging into tangible oblivion

Copyright © Carrie Stevenson | Year Posted 2008


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