Category: poem
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Lank of pelt and fleet of step, you stare down at me.
Foam flecks your muzzle.
Rank, wild meat eater, i quake as you adjust your veil.
Eat me. i’m waiting.
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As the story unfolds, we start learning more about the freelance photo scene in NYC in the 1970’s. Music magazines, clubbing, drugs, disco and more dominated with freelancers scrabbling to pay the bills, get high and maintain their status.
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As the prose work continues, I see this as a great way to explore the poetic form. Combining POV and inner monologue in a free form way.
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Dad carried the box
Under leaden skies.
Abigail wept as we
Burbled to the hole.
Black, forever dirt
Piled and waiting
For us to deliver
Her Forever.
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Bark ripped, ax blade heart
Hate harridan, blamer, badgerer, baby-cutting, twice-barbed tongue kisser
86 toxic years too many
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Troopers choked in bramble memory, jungle-wrapped fences, seats and track burst with rusted racers.
Ghosted in silent shrine.
Voices roared once, hearts leapt, sweat stung, winners and losers gone to distant grey forever lights.
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Dream hard-edged flashes
Teacup shattered memories of
Brittle bric-a-brac
QUICK, QUICK, QUICK
Glue the shards
Paste hopes and still-born dreams
Daylight brings leaking, scarred
Headaches
Sleep never kind nor whole
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Wet broken China-faced, it slumbers drowned
Gravel mouth choked
Dress torn
Stained
Rain falls
The puddle grows
Mother says I cannot have any more dolls
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She stalks in bleach brittle blame
Knowing each button to push – to shame
Tears flow with easy twist
Eagles glare, her subtle wrist
Twisting each ask in painful glory
We bend easy to her folly
Outlaw Poetry 