Gray clouds hovering Cold damp trees Wind stirs Nothing moves in the shadows Half froze ponds sit idol Calm Rage within the vessel Crunchy field’s of decay Looming memory Wet logs Nowhere to be still Embrace The suck Among us.
Tag: dark
Heading to Work
My head spins to madness in the direction of the days doom. Floating like a cheap balloon through a patch of thorns. I passed a Jesus sign selling coffee and shoes. In the land of riches, there’s only dusty doughnuts and heaps of grease. Time halted by a train ripping through the terrain. I squirm…
Where do the Beavers go?
Lying in a bed of grass, waiting on the unknowing slap of the river. Clouds roll like smoke, drawn to the ringed moon like flies on shit. “This is our river,” one shouts. “It’s not ours, nor the beavers, but we all shit where we sleep,” says the other. Trees sway in a whisper of…
Hello, Autumn
Hello, Autumn. Coming in on a wet breeze, Drenching your promise to the bones. Darkness now reigns in temporary glory, Waiting in dilapidated hovels for the horrors to unfold, a blanket of snow surpasses tortured souls in the algorithm. Life-suckers on the prowl with baited hooks lingering over weakened stock, the darkness has come. But,…
Cranial Poo Prayer
Rain pattered on the broken ceiling drawing Autumn forth like a tidal wave. Dirty dishes shine in the glory of the morning as a mountain rises on the bedroom floor. I have the time, but waste it I do. Eyes flick and flutter through exhausted ripples of something better off in the distance, but I’m…
Night Vibes
The moon shines behind a hazy sky, Coyotes howl in hungry rhythm, Waiting, Watching, The honking goose is oblivious to the howling alarm, I sit in the glow of fire and moon, No remorse, Only a fading smile.
Torn
A bitter cold breath from our great mother chilled the spines of wild men and ceased the hearts of the vulnerable beasts that drift when they should linger with many. Crippled minds caught in her merciless path, blindsided and underprepared. The nation watching in perplexity and amusement as more stories are being fabricated in the…
Freedom of Reality
Watching like a sharp-eyed hawk, Abrupt movement captures my gaze. Was it the flick of a tail? Or perhaps, the flutter of a leaf? I do not know, because I did not wholly discern it’s features. The swaying wind and the calmness of the forest entranced my mind, Time ceased its mighty gust. My mind…
Orchestra of Night
The embers illuminated the trees above, Swaying in a rhythmic clamor of the approaching storm. Two roamers hearken its call, Weary eyes rest on hungry shadows without faces. Distant howls amplify the orchestra of night, The roamers plunge into their slumber, spellbound by the natural atmosphere. Worn bones entwined with the patterns of contentment, Restful…
The October Promise
The wind blew a dark mask overhead, Ache crept into my ambitious bones, The mask exhaled whispers of promise, Dead leaves fell like bombshells of truth, Clumps of hard dry earth turned heavily, I yeild, O’Mother.
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