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Scott Carrier Poem
You hid it well---
I couldn't tell
Until it was too late.
I went through Hell.
Resigned to Fate
I tried to sate
Your constant growling need
Or else abate
Your lust. You feed
On the heartseed
Of my soul. Dark and fell,
I take no heed.
I'm already dead.
You bled me that way.
Copyright © Scott Carrier | Year Posted 2023
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Scott Carrier Poem
At the time of night that men call 10:30,
I sit in a corner bar by myself,
Watching two tables---
Clusters of life and sound---
A softball team and their wives/girlfriends/lovers
Drinking softly into the evening
A child's face, released from mother's side,
Floats around the tables,
Serene and white in tavern dusk,
Asking a quarter from each adult
Until finally someone gives him one
To make him gone
And for the millionth time
I look into the mirrored tile behind the bar
And see you there beside me
You're looking down---
Digging through your purse---
And the wound that never heals
Opens just a little more---
A quarter's worth---
Copyright © Scott Carrier | Year Posted 2023
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Get your claws out of my heart
The pain's too much, can't take no more
It's like swallowing peanut butter
Five pounds
All at once
Without chewing
You do strange things to my throat
Not to mention my mind
You make me want to give you things
Things I ain't got
Things I got to steal
You make me vomit up rotten poetry
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I. O my children,
All the faithful,
Heed the call,
Hear the sanction...
The ancient eldritch plea
Gathering from the thousand shadowed places,
Plazas, pagodas, pavilions...
Reach out, summon in communal ritual
The quencher of your thirsts
Slayer of want
II. Moving through the smoke of October,
The dry chill of night...
Tending to the bells in the upper atmosphere...
I am Keeper of the Chimes,
Seeker of the Hearts
Of those who yet seek, and know not yet that they seek,
The Breath of Life and the Flame in the Night...
I am here and I am She
Who loves you all and loves you alway,
And lo, I am with you until the end of your age
Copyright © Scott Carrier | Year Posted 2022
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Moving on into the night
I struggle with ideas,
Trying in desperation to fit words
To a subject I don't even understand
A train sounds its horn
A sound born of forlorn lament
A cry shorn of language
Torn between anguish and mourning
Research work
Rattling across my inner landscape
Paraphrase paraphrase paraphrase
Mindless conglomeration
(The third line of the third verse is an echo of Charles Bukowski's line "boxcar boxcar boxcar" in the poem Boxcar)
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Leaping, spilling, jumping,
The flowing crimson flood
Pours forth, my heart still pumping
The river of my blood
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Scott Carrier Poem
The moment passed---
You failed to grasp it
As it slipped
Quietly away from you
Into the eye of the evening
Now she sits
Beyond your reach
As darkness moves up
From the earth
To fill the sky
And leave its mark
Upon your heart
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Betray your friends
Turn your back on them
For in your eyes
Glows shining and faultless
A glorious prize
Valued far above compassion
Of which the size alone
Is compensation
But in the end you'll find
The bag of gold
For which you sold your soul
Has turned to stone
You'll have nothing left
But your gilt
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I feel your eyes,
Heavy as cold lead,
Resting on my chest---
Great dauntless weights
Pushing me through the couch,
Crushing me through the ground
Through depths of Hell.
Naturally enough, I begin to panic
And jabber
Aka zuzu non biz fo metacomf
Sternly, I tell myself,
This Will Not Do.
But it is too late.
I have made a fool of myself,
And you cannot love me.
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Dancing on the edge of oblivion with you,
Waltzing, whirling drunkenly
Like children intoxicated with motion---
I see your eyes searching mine,
Sparkling with possibility---
As if to ask, "Are we really here?"
If there is an answer,
It's been driven from my mind---
Erased by the icy blast at my back
Every time I swing too near to the abyss.
My face and limbs are warmed by blood,
And you grip my hands
Just a little tighter, laughing nervously. Don't worry.
Let my manic smile reassure you---
I'm not going anywhere without you---
And if you start to fall,
I'll pull you back---
Or failing that, I'll take the long plunge with you,
Holding on for your dear life
As we pirouette into the void.
But let us not consider falling
Tonight,
For Now I am more than happy,
Dancing on the edge of oblivion with you.
Copyright © Scott Carrier | Year Posted 2023
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