enthralled

i am bound
enthralled
she walks tall
over reaping fields
and, there, i follow
a crane bag of
obsidian quills
collected in her wake

backdoor

tempted
to backdoor man it
and slip lean
into the tenebrae
twist of twilight
skies in and between

You say tomayto…

There are times I feel like I have no business writing and posting my writing online.

One of those times was yesterday, elsewhere, when someone paid me what I assume they meant as a compliment. It was for the following bit of doggerel I had written:

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dreaming rocky woodbine

i could dream all day

wind tussled tresses
wrap around
my craggy aged face
waterfall mist humid standing
old bear teeth cutting
grey granite toward big skies
i smell slick stone
ancient pine green

rustbrown needles
carpet trails
edged mountain prairie
there, in the shadow
i see...

prefab nightsoil

earthy platitudes
expelling dry rot air
amuse spirits
as they rend
each and every
to ribbons
shredding cheap
words into manure

i can hear them howl
amused
well into the night

scarlet in graveyard humming

slipping somewhen
between sun & shadow
i graveyard old/new
to fingerprick
scarlet from
a needle's eye
dripping

i flow earth
humming
i edge the horizon
behind stormgrey eyes
begin the becoming
cast aside
rigid masques & fury

overlooked valid

silence waiting
i know
she sits aside
doubt shed skin

ebon-feathered brush
kiss ripples
on wind flowing
my head

imaginary venus

socially unfit
i gather the hem
of my well-worn dress
and sashay hip sway
out of my bedroom door

ciao baby

laughing lonely

wondering you
laughing lonely
at the end
of the winding
forest lane
perhaps we
once knew
stone cracked red
between
before

rain or tear
all the same
your cherry
black tresses
fringe framed
dark eyes
laughing lonely
so very lonely
at the end
of the winding
forest lane

imminent tumbles

one day i will fall
off the edge
of the world
& no one will note
my tumble
into the void

nor my smile