St. Peter’s Ledger

First, came the illness.

Then the cracks appeared.

Blackness oozed freely

and stained those around me.

Am I hard to deal with?

I suppose so.

Do I have any great sins

on St. Peter’s ledger?

Not really.

I am a loyal man

and would give anything I can

for those I love.

Why, then, do they walk away?

One by one, they leave.

Is it me or them?

There is only one person

that seems to care enough

to stay involved.

Don’t mistake this for a desperate plea,

it’s not,

but it is a recognition

that I can go it alone.

That’s the unfortunate place

I now find myself in.

Confidence restored,

and isolated even more,

I can only say,

fuck them all.

My dogs are better people anyway.

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My Magic Shell

I have a Magic Shell.

Chocolatey goodness?

100% cacao

and bitter as Hell.

The ice cream melted

long ago.

Probably turned.

Now it sloshes against

this weird and black


If someone drilled a hole

and drained me whole

Just a bitter shell

would remain.

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Softest Fleshes

The Sun dressed Her.

Her sundress, tresses.

That fleeting smirk confesses

Things I’d hoped to hear.

Wishful thinking,

But She impresses,

Perhaps She holds me near.

Dear. Trusted, but rusted,

Old Sun’s caresses,

Can leave burns in the

Softest Fleshes.

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Compass Broken

Again, I unlock the Chest.

Parchment map, compass broken.

Choking dust covers the rest.

Yet, this I found, this Token.

Adventurer, I… Restless,

Ever-questing for my Gold.

Amidst these Tombs, Souls’ unrest

Reminds me. Loneliness. Cold.

Yet, the “X” is clearly marked

With ink distilled from Sadness.

On the trek, again I March;

Trodden path toward Madness.

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Opaque Veils

Opaque veils,

Cold entrails,

Break? No… bend.

Make it clear.

Stow the Fear.

Say your Peace.

Filling sails,

Fairy tales,

Joyful end?

You are near,

Wander here,

As you please.

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Bloom, She Must

Quiet Thing,


She, sleeping…

Waking sound!

Sun beaming.

Shaking ground.


She, I found.

Virgin shoot,

Craving Light.

Crushing brute,

Pulls Her tight.

Lusting Fruit?

Selfish Night.

Hidden Truth,

from Our Sight.

Struggle lost?

Struggle won.

Through ground’s Frost,

Touch the Sun!

Final thrust.

Final run.

Bloom, She must!

…It is done.

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Gate of Change

Behold, the Gate of Change.

Through it, Beyond today,

Lie the Weights and Measures.

A better, finer Way.

Fleeting Myths swirl Beyond,

Blissfully working long.

Bring Us near. Bring us Home.

Through the Gate, Changing Song.

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Vanish, No Trace

Skin-suit since birth.

Sinew-stitched. Snug.

For what it’s worth…

Smothering hug.

Pattern of Old,

Skin-Cloth Clippings.

Inspired, Bold, this

Ancestral Thing.

“For your own Good!”

Protective Sheath.

“This Mask of Love!”

You die Beneath.

A Life inside

another’s Face.

YOU. ‘ever hide.

Vanish, No Trace.

It’s not your Skin.

Ancestry bound.

You are within.

Will you be found?

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They Spin for You

Cheek to Cheek,

Transferred Heat,

Sweating. Sweet.


The Dancers,


Old Eon

Forever stay

His Black Reach.

Spin again.

Spin anew.

Spin anon.

They spin for You.

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Warming, Warning, Calling

Born of brackish murk.

Silent, but surrounding

Me? Beasts, slither. Lurk.

Old Sun, On High, beamed.

Warming, warning, calling

Me? Old Friend, it seemed.

Before Long, I rose,

Did The Light win The Day’s

Freedom? As I chose.

Three Days… rising, thus.

Bloom these Hours. This! Our

Freedom? I, Lotus.

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Carousel’s Song Played

Old Carousel spun,

the lights did flicker.

Timeless, cherished fun.

The Children bickered,

“Who’s next?” “My turn!”

The lamps burned Golden,

the Horses? They neighed.

Unicorn chosen.

The Zebra? Betrayed.

The Mother’s nerves frayed.

Lilting Piper’s tune,

Carousel’s song played.

Like Rats, the Wild Youth,

marched Feverish. Dazed.

Mother’s headache bloomed.

Sparkling Dervish died,

and ground to a halt.

Each. All. Children cried.

Soothing Babes, She called.

Then Father arrived.

“Already over?”

The Father did ask.

Mother’s mild anger,

She could barely mask.

“Home?” He said to Her.

He did not survive.

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To He, Her Way


She spun away.

She. Transcendent.

Dance for the Day.

Her Whisper sent,

Unscripted Play,

His ear was bent,

To hear Her sway.

Fire. Spirit lent,

To He, Her way.

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