Showing posts with label witches. Show all posts
Showing posts with label witches. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 6, 2017

Ghoulish


Zombies are us
Afflicted with somnambulism
We blurred the lines in pixels, likewise
Vampires infect
Simultaneously leech
Our blood.
Thirsting, vengeance
Immortality
Ravenous black birds
Eat lizards tails,
Caw and peck
And never become full-

Since some spiders
Escaped, hatching plans,
Lit motives and wrapped them in silk fibers,
Offers of choice, delicacies,
As if free

As with blindness
And nocturnal natures,
When one sense is absent,
The others fill in the blanks
With color.
Outside,
I found a world waiting for someone
Real
To notice
Nothing is virtually
Immune to nightmares, or others
Fantasies

Just beauty. 




Image Credit: The original uploader was PiCo at English Wikipedia (Transferred from en.wikipedia to Commons.) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

Sunday, August 9, 2015

Of Men Making Magic


Killing witches did nothing
for Satan's side
Jail is not the auditorium
where Gods cheerleaders
throw their pom-poms around;
spitwads bounce off the moral walls
poking holes in the purgatorium.

Across the tracks the church is full
by now book club fans discuss theoreticals,
hypotheticals, troubadours spin shiny cups and
card tricks, knowing every card stacked
in your deck
making deals,
the full house faces are flushed
out of the heat, in sweet retreat.

In World War We All (mostly) agree
its purpose is based on property
and perceived utility all the while
Heaven becomes swarmed with infantry,
infiltrated and besieged by Heroes
overthrown by horrors and darkness.
Military men like barter chips
that crumble through the slit
the hourglass of invention
that contains all your broken
bones
ashes
Was
When
 On that grave
forever day
a clump, a stall,
not a grain did fall
God noticed
and did nothing;
graciously watching as We
built molehills into mountains
that crumble back into the Sea.
God was content
with this practice in futility
feckless and spinning silently.

"The Forties
and in the desert cold men invented the star." -Franz Wright


Image of painting by Gerrit Dou [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.


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