The Tree Near The River
Current mood: cold
Category: Writing and Poetry

THE TREE NEAR THE RIVER

The tree

was heavy with fruit

growing

near the river.

The years

were kind to the tree.

It arched

and stretched for yards.

Snakes lived

up in the tree and

waited

for the righteous.

The snakes

would tempt them with

riches

and devour them.

(Previously appeared in Unquiet Desperation)

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Nightmare
Category: Writing and Poetry

NIGHTMARE


You taste of dry leaves.
You taste like a garden
cemetery with the dead
out of their graves
sunbathing on the lawn.

In mute sadness your
emerald eyes weep black
tears the scent of mud and dung.
Mourning butterflies
make a feast of your tears.

(Previously appeared in Mannequin Envy)

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The Flowers Of Death
Current mood: good
Category: Writing and Poetry

THE FLOWERS OF DEATH

Death came as a gardener.

It buried a seed in my backyard.

Dark flowers grew there.

They wilted in the sunlight.

They bloomed in the moonlight.

I pulled them out as often as

I could, threw them out every

Friday when the garbage men came.

Like clockwork the flowers would

Grow again at midnight every night.

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Transient of the World
Current mood: complacent
Category: Writing and Poetry

TRANSIENT OF THE WORLD

I am not as young as I look.  I have walked with pharaohs; broke bread with the Sumerians and built pyramids with the Aztecs.  This century has had nothing to feel good about.  You'd think mankind would have learned from their mistakes and stopped going to war.  But I have fought and died in every war, only to be resurrected to give my account to the Lord.  I am the angel without wings; heart as wide as oceans; and soul as deep as the vast sky.  I have been pricked, probed, and examined by these strange men of medicine.  I have been characterized as an anomaly; a transient of the world; and a delusional man without any insight into reality.

I have met men like this by the banks of the River Nile; clashed with these controllers of the mind in the dunes of civilization's oldest lands; and again they are here, disbelieving my prophecies handed to me from the word of the Lord.  I feel a wound in my heart as painful as the death I suffered at the command of the Romans: those lions that devoured me inch by inch, leaving nothing but bones at the Coliseum; my blood coloring their mouths; my flesh nourishing their appetite.  I don't know how many times I can return to this world.  But the Lord had his reasons and I must obey.

(Previously published in ZYX)

Currently listening : Mission Control By The Whigs Release date: 2008-01-22

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Off The Wall
Category: Writing and Poetry

OFF THE WALL

I brought The Horse Tavern's moose head to the woods.  I took it off the wall last night after they closed.  I hid in the restroom.  Something told me in a dream last night that I should do this.  I was told the moose head would come back to life and grow a new body.

It was one of many dreams, which I had ignored for months.  However, my head was aching more and more after each dream.  The voice in the dream told me the headaches would grow worse or go away.  It all depended on me.  I chose to save my head.

This particular night, the stars were brighter than usual.  The air felt warm.  In the trunk I heard a rustling.  Something was kicking from the inside.  I barely made it to the woods when the trunk popped up.  I pulled over to see the commotion and the moose head was gone.  The inside of the trunk was dented in four places.

in the far distance

a full grown moose

running in the dark woods

(Previously appeared in Poetry Depth Quarterly) 

Currently listening : Our Beloved Revolutionary Sweetheart By Camper Van Beethoven Release date: 1992-06-29

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CAMP OUT: Built To Spill: Car
Current mood: artistic
Category: Music

I'm getting ready for the Camp Out this weekend.

Built To Spill plays after Camper Van Beethoven tomorrow.

Video below:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6omZ5GsuGrI

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Everything Is Fine
Current mood: relaxed
Category: Writing and Poetry

EVERYTHING IS FINE

Other than the implant
turning into a worm,
which wiggles throughout
my cranial cavities,
everything is fine.

If it is not taken
out, I may have to do
the job myself.  I've bought
a real sharp razor blade
and some cotton swabs.

These will soak up the blood,
which has a tendency
to obstruct sight once
it gets deep inside the eyes.
Everything is fine.

I have drank plenty of
beer to numb the pain and I'm
ready to begin
the search for the worm feeding
with lust on my brain.

(Previously appeared in
The-Hold)

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Graveyard Dirt
Current mood: calm
Category: Writing and Poetry

GRAVEYARD DIRT

Graveyard dirt was sprinkled
on my doorstep while I slept
comfortably in my bed.

This morning I feel so
dirty and soap and water
won't make me feel different.

I want to know what I did
wrong and wish to beg
for forgiveness to someone

that I hurt: to someone
that cast this spell on my life.
I can't live with this curse.

(Previously appeared in
Thunder Sandwich).

Currently listening : Our Beloved Revolutionary Sweetheart By Camper Van Beethoven Release date: 1992-06-29

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Lovely And Sad
Current mood: beat
Category: beat Writing and Poetry

LOVELY AND SAD

At dawn

I crawl

back to

my cave.

It is

lovely

and sad,

my life.

I do

not die.

I live

at night.

Daylight

is not

kind to

my type.

I feast

on frogs,

crickets,

and those

sad souls

who leave

this world

without

a trace.

Blood is

my life

and wine.

(Previously appeared in

Concelebratory Shoehorn)

Currently reading : Beat Poets (Everyman's Library Pocket Poets) By NONE Release date: 2002-07-09

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Divine Sonnet
Category: Writing and Poetry

DIVINE SONNET

These pills will turn
to candy wine
with a wave of
my divine hand.

There is no use
in drugging me.
I am immune
to such tactics.

Visions? I'm
a creator
of such things.
If you heard my
voice, you would fall
dead in your tracks.

(Previously published in Open Wide Magazine)

Currently listening : The Jam - Greatest Hits By The Jam Release date: 1991-10-08

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