2 More Things I Found While I Was Looking For Something Else

Venom is rarely/
Up to any good./
Even more rarely/
Is venom humourous./
Go ahead, try out/
Yr. venom jokes./
See if it kills ‘em/
In theory.
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I’ll say,
“A thing I wonder..”
But I know the truth,
“Is whether audio books
Are books at all. “
Isn’t it storytelling
Without the fire
To
Look…

3 Things I Found While I Was Looking For Something Else

Heaven-Sent & Nice Adolescent Advice
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We all recall how dreamy faraway
Train whistles calling sounded
In bed as kids,
So very near to dreamy nearby
Dreams.
.
Resist running away, way too far away from home.
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MATHERMAL
.
left foot
.
outside a silk sheet
a half hidden balance
is at play tonight
.
cold drapes on one limb
shrimp buried fetal curling
buffering one warmth
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I need to knock on a locksmith’s door.
As tries on my entrance
Has me hammering for him,
The man outside, in a stance
On his mat.
My security windows live up to their claim.
Cats perched there can watch me
Calmly curse in the rain,
Calm for keys that Mercy sees
Cure to unlatch me.

L O O K

Hope we’re having a heaven so
I’ll look and
Daddy can call out, (& it won’t hurt)
He’ll look just like he just got home from work,
“There’s my angry young man”.
We’d have it out;
My young man’s misery,
His young man’s mystery.
We’d upheave it out. Heavy inquiry.
If he hadn’t killed himself he might have taught me
“you gotta take the bitter with the cold”
Outside, My Mother softened things when she told me
When I was ready she told me
“I know,
It’s vile.
He was so very sick.
They say you/ Have his look.
It is mostly OK,
You know.
I say you’ll have my smile”.

Far

I sweat my bed.
I do all but dread
The undraped dreamscapes.
I’d replay and replay
Heaven’s elevator tunes on tape.
Is it true I did
Fluid-loss & exhaustion,
All that turning and tossing?
I sweat my bed.
First thing is shower head to head,
It takes cold water to weigh
This old man awake to stay down,
Away from high ground.
.
I’d walked hard
To find my feet,
To find a way
In that far town.

MY MELANCHOLY VAMPIRE

Don’t forget, friend,
You’re so dour
You don’t even laugh at yr own jokes,
Or don’t you get them?
.
When you nightly set out
Under a mighty moon
To brighten and heat
Yr best features,
Yr long face goes on & on
Though the shadows are gone
And it’s distant stare
Doesn’t stop at dead stars
But goes to their backrow bleachers.
.
He’s aroused as the voices
In trees, on the breezes
Distract him post haste w/ poetries,
Extracting his true face, those ghosts in a wind.
Mostly, They’ll lift him,
But their leverage runs thin.