Story Poem
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The Geranium Machines

The rose bushes are plummeting upward My baby-blue sick guts Calculating out the time In a warp, a bend Of space all nonsense Geranium machines Rattling off methodical defense Bullet showers in the windows Curtain calls Charm and sun and blood The euphoric day of another world Take me to Eden Sands A place in… Continue reading
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Like July

To lie down and cry Would be to admit defeat For a man A soldier Etching in his yellow notebook The war rages on out there A sky full of bullets and smoke Howls of the innocents Where are the government men? Who shout the war cry loudest Where are their guns and blood? Where… Continue reading
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Astronaut on Acid

A wore down astronaut sits on a shaved concrete pillar in a lost city of ruins Bent metal, piles of rubble A canvas of destruction and idiocy He takes off his helmet and his Halloween mask And breathes the suspicious air Remnants of space stir in his head Different planets, places, pulsars Two suns, three… Continue reading
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Thunder Owls

With a book to read and a bite to eat I plagiarize my wounds The stone archway is a shelter from the rain Through Old England searching Voices arguing in the distance Clomping hooves on the bridge overhead Yellow lamps Their light desperately reaching out Through the bursting torrents of water Thunder owls howl through… Continue reading
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Corn Tornado

I decipher the angst of the world, glyphs sketched on the stalks as I make my way through the cornfield. A green maze that smells like earth, looming tall. Revenant soldiers are haunting hallways as I scrawl, crawl through time and space. The world is windowless. The wind lathered by a storm. The sky above… Continue reading
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36 Beautiful Scars

I take a solemn tablet and wash it down with fury That spirited ache of midnight The moon breaking bones out in the hall All the unforgiving and unforgivable things Line up like cracked dolls The shelf leans left The audacious propaganda on red and white A clock still ticks in an attic Time kept… Continue reading
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Reckless, Breathless, Deathless

I see colors Rainbows of bread Rye red Oat alabaster Wheat tangerine Pumpernickel papaya Now I’m walking along the lakeshore My presence sometimes aches My world is blue, but a good blue some days And my world is white, a soft white, like cloth I’m walking outside The Cold Harbor Resort My room is blue… Continue reading
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Naked On a Rock

Golden snow in the breeze Tree trunks sprayed by plowings A road leading to a blank horizon Hills in the distance bathed in sunlight The chattering of birds breaks the silent sound of snow This orange sherbet world A dream, an escape The air is clean, crisp One could crack it like a cracker The… Continue reading


