Where I come from
blood and names mean nothing
and sworn oaths even less.
But prized most of all
is that old art
of playing dirty -
so dirty
no one else
can even see the game.
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Poetry – Playing Dirty
poem
Poetry – Betrayal
You lost my faith
you lost my trust
and s-l-o-w-l-y
you drained
my interest
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Poetry – He Followed the Sea
He was the only one of us
who still followed the sea.
He was a wanderer,
who could abide
no stay-at-home
order
'til the sea
became his country.
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Poetry – It Isn’t All It Might Be
The future is yours and the present is mine, but it isn't all it might be. Things go wrong. I talk to myself. I can't explain it at all - whether I guess right or wrong, I can't be the first to speak - or the last. In the end, there is nothing I desire so much as to become nothing.
Poetry – Migraines Again
marble eye
bulging
out of its socket
stiff neck
coiling
thick as marine rope
dizzy nausea
swooning
drags me to the bed
hated pain
blazing
throws me into hell
again and again and again
and again and again and
again and again and again
and again and again and
Poetry – Apocalypse 2020
If I be wrong
and the apocalypse
has not come,
than these
plagues
locusts
hellfire
brimstone
bloodbaths
must simply
be foreplay.
Poetry – The Dead
The dead don't rise
like yeast
or dough
oh no
the dead rise
like a grumpy
yeti
with nails clawing
and voice squalling
from the icy
pits of hell.
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Poetry – To a Favorite Deity (Thoth)
Thoth gave us words Thoth gave us magic Thoth was smart enough to know Both could be tragic.
Poetry – Kindred Spirits
Kindred spirits unconscious of any existential separation - twine together like the layers of a friendship bracelet, never to unravel or fray, no matter how often they are worn.
