Mind of a brutal Warlock

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Saturday, December 15, 2007

Desolation devil.

My dad was a beautiful guy.He was forty and an alcoholic when I was born.He felt pretty damn ugly by then.He found a silver four leaf clover pendant smashed in the street the night I was born.He gave me an Irish first name.I grew up within the realm of his resentment, for he believed the loss of his... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, December 14, 2007

Initiates Of Blank. (Poem)

INITIATES OF BLANK the dead and their anti-anxiiety nickel- eyed hand-folded piety their safety their whispers their big private joke they lean up from below their grassy plateau of eternal rest they jeer at me thruough the wrought iron cemetery fence as I pass in this car all made of worrybreathsin... Sign in to see full entry.

Tale of Graffiti

In the fall of '01 I took my first vacation ever. I was 31 and wanted to see a bit of the nation which to me, had always been maps in books, stories and other people's pictures.I set out on a 30 hour train ride from MA to FL, and took in an eye-full of urban rot; the fuliginous backsides of cities... Sign in to see full entry.

Rogue Discipline.

I want to be the raw registry of holy sound, the absolute vocal venom that Chris Cornell parts the cloudbanks with. I want to grow more comfortable inside my self-righteous skin,where I matter, where my hammer beaten blade is ten feet long and sanctified with offense and defense. I want to feel the... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, December 12, 2007

Internal Tsunami.

Dream o' the wave.No matter the dream's situation, whether it's distinctly about the wave or the wave just infiltrates whatever is already going on, and insinuates itself larger than life, this huge sapphire beast is making me insane.Overwhelming it rears up, ready...oh so ready to smash down and... Sign in to see full entry.

Lips Like Sugar.

Echo And The Bunnymen came on the small transistor radio near my left elbow on the dining room table. I looked over at my girlfriend standing in our small kitchenette, she had a pen in her mouth, sideways, the tool of our shared livelihood, her dark mane cascading all around her shoulders, (it had... Sign in to see full entry.

Like Dark red clockwork.

She whisks out of the shower. The air full of cinnamon and sugar steam,. She sits at the desk. Her hair dries just a little before she can use the dryer.... it doesn't quite curl, but makes those indecisive waves, like a nervous mermaid's pondering coming ashore. "You're enchanting" I say, face half... Sign in to see full entry.

Alacrity (poem)

Tepid and featherless my fallen-baby-bird heart thumps and quakes The sudden lame violence of it distracts me momentarily I cinch my favourite flannel shirt and shiver I pour her coffee "You smell like Winter.." saysshesmileslidingby kiss on my ashen cheek all blood loss frosty I love the way black... Sign in to see full entry.

Sanctum Incorporeal

I thought of a place I haven't thought of in years. The laundry building in my Grandma's old senior citizen living complex. I thought it was the coolest, safest place in the world, next to the public library. My mother and I would do my grandma's laundry for her, the place was always empty when we'd... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, December 11, 2007

For The Girl In Alabama (poem)

Listening to the unnatural discourses of wild wild horses I realize my banging heart wont stop where once it wouldn't start Lost in the dark of the long long night I miss the wisdom of your light I insist its much too much to handle I snuff the wee hour out like an unlit candle I'll take the dark... Sign in to see full entry.

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