Tag Archives: visual poetry
Fields of Agony
They caroled, those pumpkin headed ones; hallow, hollowed out skulls, no bat dared drink. They streamed in from the fields, pitchforks gleaming red and silver. Heralded by a chorus of body bagged corpses rolling off the cold trucks, singing to … Continue reading
Time Bled Out
As my tongue passed over the edge, the sharper face of rock, It split, a forked demonic flick, the droplets crystallized scarlet drew down the stone and yew. The slow rolling of the blood, a glacial sacrifice, to Gaea and … Continue reading
Love Blindness
You’ve become obsessed. A love sick puppy.I want to see as you see; love as you love. There are loose strands dangling from my aorta longing for a connection. I took out a pen knife and cut out your eye. Placed … Continue reading
Leaden
Last night, I walked through a field of dead Angels, their halos tarnishing before my eyes, yellowed blood leaking from theirs. From the floating orbital – street lamp – orbs, hung Cherubs, with pieces or parts missing. The heavenly whiteness … Continue reading
Hypodermia
They drag me away, kicking and screaming, white coat ghosts, pale and diaphanous, every time we say goodbye. They come straight, jacketed jackals, salivating hypodermic. They wrench our arms apart. Orderly drag me away. You stand there, and stare. Emotionless. … Continue reading
Leaden
Last night, I walked through a field of dead Angels, their halos tarnishing before my eyes, yellowed blood leaking from theirs. From the floating orbital – street lamp – orbs, hung Cherubs, with pieces or parts missing. The heavenly whiteness … Continue reading
People Aren’t People Anymore
I lay me flat, and roll along, a jelly fish spread, within a whale’s song. I jolt and flit, and flop, and fleet, pushing my way along the street. They are cautious, and they are weary, the hated jolts; electric, … Continue reading
My(e)ou
I drink a bottle of Suze, and read the paper. You try to piece by piece me together. The lines intersect in a way you reject, but you still want to interpret. I am a cubist rendering of me of … Continue reading
Tainted
This corruption,these boiling intestines,coruscating kidneys firing piss, like neurons into my brain. Her greenish yellow finger prints seared into my heart. Her feeble mind, played tricks on me voraciously gnawing the most sensitive parts of me ever since she died. The … Continue reading
Mixed Maggots – A purposeful Aliteration
Multiple mass murders, mass suicides, mutilate my heart and mind. They do have mass, they weigh the most. Mother died first and she mutilates my ghost.
Poetry in the Dark 