POISON LEAVES
Poison Leaves
By
James Calemine
I
The Fatback Soul Jubilee
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The Old Country Church
A slow procession wanders through a garden of stone towards rotting steps of an old country church. The soul revue spawns a wayward collection…observing mysteries within a gospel fabric of every day life. This cosmic jubilee operates upon strange shadows of truth…a fine line between evil and innocence…the sulfur smell following you may lead to the goat with seven eyes and seven horns awaiting your heinous ruin.
Inheriting ashes for foolish plots and comforts of lunacy——squandering borrowed time on a romance of darkness…like the taste of tainted flesh. Falling prey to temptation, in a quiet valley during the virgin spring. Those baptized in the river of fire. Seven silver streams drift under a strange moon. Soul soaked faith redeems a glory on the mission scorned by fools. An angelic stranger hands you a golden ticket on the morning train. All along you carry a magic lantern through a sea of darkness…
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The Headhunter’s Waltz
A cosmic blitzkrieg…song fibers contained in old grainy films Bela Lugosi nodded off to in a black and white opium induced dream. Candles flickering grotesque shapes on the walls. A burning bush awakens a sleeper in the desert. A hemlock woe…museum antiquities infecting bloodlines as a love for the music kisses you right between the eyes.
Stone gardens amid riddles of song flowing through time like a needle does a thread. The black rose of fate gritted between your teeth amid a Naugahyde ramble…a fractured portrait portraying a traveling medicine show. Some vague carnavalistic folklore weaves an obscure clockless hour within unsung these melodies.
Moon dust delivered from an ancient source…hieroglyphics upon fabled walls of memory. Merciless logic subverted through gothic addictions…the headhunter’s waltz…in a serpentine garden, smoking red spiders, and sipping graveyard stew, where the heart turns cold, and the lips turns blue…
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The Ancient Garden
Stone wheels rolling over
Wildflowers…
Chinese screens——
Chrome bumpers,
Garden stones,
Black trees,
Weeping willows…
Mirrors under the sky
Kissing golden lips, whispering——
Memories under red brick walls washed
With rain water…
Smelling magnolias
Watching silver skeletons
Dance down ancient hallways
Drinking wine,
Aligning time in a
Junkyard prophecy.
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Day of the Dead
Morning light
Blue skies
Wooden crosses rest
Above a quiet flock of dogwood trees…
Halloween mask
Under a sick spell
During a season of the witch
A candle burns away into nothing——
Ghosts return
The living depart
Until dawn
Awakening to an
Ancient chant…
Clear white light on an empty stomach
Where medicinal herbs
Allow a spirit to rest.
A bowl, mystic gypsy colors
With a winter’s cough
And choking wind appear
Under a volcano.
Southern breeze love song fades…
Firewater spills into
Eyes like blue pools…
A gris-gris bag containing
Voodoo for the enemy——
Graveyard dust
Poison spiders
Lizard skin
Fine broken glass
Chopped horsehair
Dust of bamboo
Black sage
Dogwood root
Rose apple…
Scattered on the doorway.
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Fallout from lost folly
Tides rise
Flood of change
Washing over the last outpost of time——
Old friends disappear
Year after year
I know I can’t stay
So I’m ready to go
You want to sweep out my ashes when I burn down
Silver apples
Ace of spades
Colors of a rose
Begin to fade——
Laid out all alone
Sinking like a stone
Drifting on ruins of disease
Looking on days out of reach.
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The Chinese box offers
A riddle…
A mysterious fate unfolding
Elaborate paths amid
Serpentine gardens…
A rose parade
To a senseless death you can’t relate
Stare evil in the face
No matter what they say
Naked skin
Vulnerable sin
On salvation day
Funeral streets
A rose parade
To a senseless death you can’t relate.
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Aztecan ruins
Covered in Mayan dust
Amid ancient architecture
Where stone idols
Altars
Twisted masks
Blood
Agaves
And bones remain buried in the
High desert tomb…
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Circus lights under
Carnival skies
Roulette wheels
Black spade flies
Red one eyed jacks
Queen of hearts
Wait to attack——
All bets off contaminated faith
Snake oil and holy rollers
Swimming in Gasoline River for a taste.
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Nuclear stars
Atomsmashers
Cigarette antennae
Smoke signals
Telepathy
Psychic undercurrents
Clairvoyance
On the edge of time
In a wasteland hostel…
Bleak season in a new time——
Outskirts of desolation
Emptiness on all sides
Dark reasons for the unknown rider’s journey…
Where the water meets the sky
Eagles fly
Visions in tongue
No one comprehends
A soul returns to an everlasting place…
War paint on savage faces
Trees of fire
Clouds of smoke
Floods wash away
Streets, days, memories, time
Catastrophe
Old ways forgotten
In a new test of faith and mettle——
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Multi-colored Indian blankets
Scattered across frozen ground under
Wooden idols…
Gardens of ash
Burning in this wicked village
A circle of black feathers
Ancient cravings ordain
Bizarre rituals where
Outlandish faith and
Undeniable courage burn like
Glowing hot coals on a moonless night…
Under a soundscape sky
With a cactus eye
A golden hair girl sleeps…
The brother beyond repair——
A thin source
For this wheel of torture——
Kaleidoscope dreams
Codeine fever…
A ventriloquist appears
Amid ages of old
Medicine show,
A caravan fraud——
Multiplicity from
An Oriental rose
Visiting the rodeo…
Blood and oil
Kerosene and wine
Coon skin hats
Riverside bottle
Traded for a necklace of bones
And walls with tapestries…
A respite from black sun ceremonies.
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A gift of Broken Branch
Big medicine
Gunpowder skill
Pyramid power
Tri-power
Astral calibrations measure
A distant red moon…
Spider web of addiction
Flowers of indulgence
Creeps with barefoot justice——
Mountain and sea
Shades of memory
The beggar’s tomb
Old Testament drummers
Snake eyes in a game of chance…
On the silver screen
As an ox pulls a fruit cart
Down the cobblestone street
Leading to the rustic village
Where goats and bells
Cover the green countryside hills…
Distant chambers of clouds
Reflected in a puddle of water
Where obscured stars
Eclipse
The autumnal equinox…
In a golden choir
Belly dancing
And bootlegging fuel in the jungle of fear——
A garden of wooden instruments…
Sound sorcery
Audio tincture…colored glass,
Diamond ears…
Canoes drifting down
Carrion River——
Clotheslines tied to pine trees
Playing a fool’s game
With rotten hearts awakening to
Early morning epiphany——
Hawks
Sharks
Dreams of prophecy
Under
Ocean weight where
Scales of tides wash away
Youthful patterns
Fading
Drowning…
Anything concealed
Leaks out…
Sounding different
Depending on mood and medication
Blue skin drum operation——
Sweet Oleander,
One last taste of your fragrant poison leaves.
Late night constellations
New breeze of plans
Spider web of time—
Another season
Light burning
Candle lit memories
Shadows on the walls
Music plays a painting
A script written in color.
Smoke,
Days wasted
Roadside signs
Lost highways
Midnight lanterns shine
Towards another sunrise.
Sonic alchemy
Gold and silver
Skulls
Coins
Blades
Instrument strings
Tar
Wooden ornaments
Medicinal substances
Canoes
A child’s toy.
Laughter
Blessed sleep
Chimes
Flowing waters wash
Change
Unknown currents
Gambling
On strange shores
An age of silence
Sentimental jewelry
TV time
Junk sick—
Old habits die hard
Worldly wisdom
Unfettered facts
Nostalgic scents
Trivial events
Remembered
Of everlasting offences
Crosses burned.
Sundance jubilee
Brown recluse
Wax dolls
Snake skin
Watershed moments
Broken
Into mosaic memories
A somber parade
Echoes down forgotten streets.
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A Riddle’s Hint
Say they have it narrowed down
Face of an enemy some circus clown
Train moans through the autumn night
Crickets hum to the pale moonlight——
Casting nets giving forms to shadows
Nest in your hair of deadly black widows
Sunrise awakening with a long legged mistress
Fireside eulogy to gather a witness——
Shed your clothes on a familiar street corner
Breezes of change shall bring new order
Illusion craves a riddle’s hint
A blue stone soul hard as flint——
His fear spreads intending regret
Poisonous soul spitting a lethal jest
He’s forgotten what he preaches in unspoken trade
A sold out Judas loses what he craves.
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Roulette skies
Color circus dream
Pinwheel lights
The gambler can’t see
Computer geeks
Trailer park freaks
All sorts in between
A flea market scene
A rotten foundation
Tells a tale of such
Architecture no wise man
Would dare touch
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Eat up with sorrow
A disease hard to shake
Betraying instincts and insight
Faith on the fade
Kiss the blade
Sad slave
Poison lullaby
Every street is lost
No familiar names recall
Mocking sidewalks
Kiss the blade
Sad slave
Poison lullaby
Wasted shame
Dust of rumor
Compromise a fatal game
Kiss the blade
Sad slave
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A crisis comes to rise
In strange days of decline
Nowhere to turn for relief
Coincidence appears to remind
Dark sorrow sleeps on the soul
A heavy heart plays on the mind
Paranoia drowning in bottles of wine
Poisonous fruit growing on the vine
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Dusk prowlers craving bread of idleness amid a new moon festival. Old friends revisited near the serpent’s pool. Skeleton chimes…the blue eyed son traveling with a black soul troupe…
A Texas ventriloquist sleeping under morning stars. Freak cowboys singing flatfoot blues to a vulgar mob beyond the last step into dangerous latitudes. In a circle of traitors nothing remains sacred…neon eels…ruinous confidants spinning a broken wheel in desperation of idle time…eventide
Daybreak…
A Midnight Sermon
Blood monkeys searching for dust to invade
Fading time for such escapades.
Leather and lace outside of town
Speaking in tongues with a numb teeth crown.
False friend warm blood turns cold
Young companions turning old.
Nightmare vision sweating a stone cold fever
Pretty girls jesting with a juju healer.
Dark face in the alley clouded with smoke
Midnight lovers taste a desire to elope.
Candle burning words spoke
Shadow of death blinks in a moment.
Castles in heaven’s imagination
A mirror craving constellation.
Dead faith without action
Those dying in blood spilling passion.
Time stirs a loving memory
Age-old lies destroy misunderstood history
Brown leaves mark time in season
Wise men and fools toil without identical reason.
Midnight clock of dawn has struck
Friends on hand bless my luck.
Pursuits of infinite redemption
Eternity conceals forgivable intention.
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Silver roses
On my Sunday bed
Riddle sweet tongue
Answers left unsaid
Digging at a grave
A forgotten memory
Remembering old songs
And faded melodies
Seasons change
Omens and signs
Strange days coming
Yesterday’s goodbye
Dreamed my fate
Train on a track
Full moon curse
All fades to black
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…musings on the Original Harmony Ridge Creek Dippers…a cactus dream at Joshua Tree. Wind chimes kicked up by the dust. Bone flutes whisper under an immense galactic vault. A desert rose serenade. A silver tone joy ignites Biblical lights shining rivers upon these eternal souls, like a sign from Jericho… fulfilling heavenly errands. Porch children baptized in the river of life. A storyteller’s seed grained in each song. Graceful sounds in a poetic resonance for the common man. A glory beyond the reaches of fame…
…a sleepy charm. Zen-like desert lullabies. The adobe fiddle revue. A banjo twined steel memory. Six-string drones at dusk. Grains of mystery in oceans of sand…picking violets amid a desert circus that reminds us all, mystery breathes on every shoulder…
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The Sultan’s Sacred Ash
My hemlock woe
A fruit so fresh
Scent of early morning mist——
I buried your memory
Long ago
When you sold my flesh
And raped my ghost.
Strung out on your
Sweet memory
Breathe unburied gypsy harmony——
You pray for my downfall
In a tragic act of day
Lies on your lips old friend
Whatever you say.
I’ll no longer intervene
In your heinous ruin
Drought hearted breeze
You call a transparent kiss.
Recollections of you
Infusion into blue
Osmosis of souls
Sniffing for clues.
In every sweet flower
I see your face
In any scented song
I smell your trace.
Demons and angels
Love my company
Silent as the grave
We’re all time’s slave.
Rambling course
Changing tides
Losing direction
Finding a moon’s bright shine.
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Waitin’ On A Bloodkin
Blood on the flowers
Amidst a summer’s shower
Passing faces of lovers and friends
Born in the world to die in the end.
Madness between silk sheets
A plague decays the streets
Streams polluted with disease
Fate plays a hand anytime it’ll please.
Starving prophets accused of ghastly lies
Replaced by clowns acting in disguise,
Nation shall rise against nation
The president engulfed by his inflation.
A destiny foretold and fortunes read
Eternal time records lines of everything said
Hypocrites want answers to questions they ask
These pestilent liars of their own task.
Old historic streets neglected to decay
Turn a corner whispering what they say,
Is it something you heard or read
Or do you believe it because it’s been said?
One life will never make a difference
To influence the world’s opinion of acceptance,
Only forgotten lives are those remembered
All innocent hearts in time surrender.
Faith and action remain bridges to life
All else hidden in vanity and strife,
Weeds of God plucked from the ground
When reckless evil dares to speak a sound.
Each man hides festering passion of guilty sin
Forgetting himself the breezes blow in——
Wise blood running through your veins
Endless truth seeking out the strange.
An infection of the dream fades as night rolls in
Smoking on dawn’s doorstep waitin’ on a bloodkin.
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The Flood
High tide is rising
Pack your things let’s go
I see a red moon coming
Best speed down the road
Bring your medicine
Don’t matter if you know the way
This ol’ storm
Have us all in its sway
They think they’re safe
Thief penetrates a high dollar room
Black magic and hate
Do them no good
These old buildings
Recall railroad blood
Mist on the mountain
Victims of the flood.
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Been a long time
Since I kissed
A strange girl’s lips
Lost in temptation
Of forbidden bliss
Dead gray sky
Cruel distance in your eyes
I see by your grin
You love sweets of sin
Locked under my skin
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Low candles
Blood soothing music
Time out of a dream
All charms fusing
Burning mask
Wax melting illusion
Soul corrupt as trash
A character of ruin
Flicker flame faces
Turn out for the dance
Charlatans in costume
Giggle lies at every chance
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Nocturnal Vagrants
No names for temptation falling from the sky
Tale of Sunday roses on a silver silk bed was a lie
Milestones arrive in flashing passages of time
Motel cowboys playing piano where pretty girls rhyme.
Smokescreens from years ago no one understands
Breezes of guilt hound and wait for the task at hand
Sun still on the shine with a fork in the road ahead
Lost memories remain in yesterday to be read.
Perverse fates hinge on teeth of another generation
Ancient bloodlines plague a sinister confederation
Daily hours of a lonely man’s life trickle in days
Stone cold fever carving tattoos in his veins.
Hypocrites with infected minds preach to make wishes
Toxic worm crawling in the ear as temptation fishes
Laid her aces on an antique table
Throwing her pearls at swine a shameless fable.
Midnight mystery train fades a sunflower song
Fall asleep and dream of promises gone wrong
Harlequins pass between scenes of masquerades
Blue-eyed girls memorizing lines in a country play.
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An electric blue nightmare
Under a pastoral sky,
Bone chimes
Coincidence reminds
Faces and days
Left behind.
A scent evaporates years
Space of the past
Old songs remind
Spilled wine
Stains linger
From long ago
Scents of pine
And turpentine.
Burning wood smoke
Of all seasons
Cycles and reasons…
A strange music
Strange sky
Strange stories in the news
Strange look in your eye——
Song always reminded me of you
Loved it then and now
Still and old time fool
Make it back somehow——
A fool’s silver
Instruments of darkness
Sorrow descends in a moment
Heard words before they’re spoken——
Sun goes down
Memories creep in
Closest friend
Honey coated lips——
Painting on a stone
Under the sun
Aztec feather
Thin western air——
Silver shells
Turquoise
Beans and rice
Snakes never share——
Roads past old
Stories untold
Know them so well
No one can tell——
Mystery pain
Aching through my soul
Black and blue
From you throwing stones——
A lowball underdog
Digging at the grave of a memory
Weeds in your garden
Did you lose your glow?
Desolation along the street
As seven silver rivers flow——
She holds no shame
Whore of the soul
Found in dire cantina
Face down in the bowl——
Stare of the goat
New season moon
Your Sunday wine
Will sour soon——
Sad omen
Reeks of stench and rot
Evil spirit jest
A conspiracy plot——
Woe in photos
Long since past
Sadness and desperation
Underneath fragile glass——
Strange struggles
The city’s dangerous unknown
Old riddles solved on foolish plans
Laid long ago——
Concrete and metal
No place for flesh and bone
Take me from the city
To your country home——
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I’m gone before the fog lifts
Transform when the wind shifts
Meeting under the sun
Another ghost on the run
Under blood red skies
Shooting stars behind your eyes
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Eyes of snakes
All in a row
Secrets revealed
A blush colored rose
Sheep among wolves
Alter every tale
Lies and contradiction
Craving evil to prevail
Green grass on the hill
Silver dust in the breeze
Skylines at sunset
Cause each breath to freeze
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Ruthless Taste
You poor fool
Trusted vultures as a friend
The day on the bridge
You witness a bend
A kiss of deceit
Alluring matchbox trust
Candy tasting sweet
Burning ashes to dust
Betrayed your heart
Miles pass on the road
Signs warn of deadly turns
Seeds forgotten never grown
Tired of your feigned smile
Your busy schedule lies stink
Rotten lips breathe
Ships born to sink
Abandoned faith
Lost another’s creed
Anchorless vessel
A ship of fools love greed
A cold, dark room
A stranger’s touch reflects
A mirror on time
Haunted memories regret
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Shade tree Sawbones
Black sheets of mist drip like midnight ink…a harlequin tapestry in springtime Georgia hills smelling barbecue wood smoke and hot sauces as biblical poetry streams through these earthly inspirations…
Wind song and wind chimes flavor the times. An apex of harmony. A keen sense of the ludicrous alluring with a charming awkwardness…a long living cause and curse as phantom dogs align time with a laziness of temper…spooky field recordings sound beyond the pale…unadministered and uncivilized…proverbial execution…her sacred wine would drive the sultan to distraction…cravings for sweet dew…a due season…bread of idleness…broken mirrors…a sea of clouds below…breathe in the change…snake rivers winding through time…serpentine tapestry…
Silent, unexplained attraction…stray moods…bleach boned and blue eyed as old reservoirs of the self must be reckoned with…tailor made evil…jaded Judas kiss waiting on a four day creep…scattered bones in the river of fire…sheets of flame…a meridian of chaos…untrue labors in a ghost land…blood red sunsets bleeding into a lavender dusk…some chimerical shape moving like a mirage on the landscape of the eye…
Shadetree sawbones…rag tail riddle leafin’ through the folklore of memory…time creeps close…a wayward procession…a crack of light in the mind’s eye revealing midnight shadows that eclipse all reason…watermelon porches and North African chants…some Kafka hunger artist lingering upon a feverish tightrope…tampering with forces unknown…a dangerous mystery…
Don Quixote, the Magic Christian, Houdini, and P.T. Barnum exist within a gesture of the Time Machine, testifying to temptation, that vile and depressing sort of
thing…her lips were the color of a bruised peach…sons of light…suns of darkness…some hallucinated recollection of an August thunderstorm…experiments in proverbial folly…strange streets named after Jack the Ripper…melancholy sounds weave moods of a season…blue illegal smoke hovers above my head like some vaporous canopy…old standbys of salvation…an oasis for the soul…sevens on the sleeve…gypsy colors fade…scattered leaves gathered for the smoke pile…
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One Final Jinx
They got it out for you
Did yourself in
Smoke ring eyes
Gasoline skin
Luck running low
Living on fumes
Dimmed out street lamps
Burned out house, vacant rooms
Snake-eyed dice
Gambling with memories and debt
Spilled the salt
Black hat on the bed
Ashes in the eyes
Veins filled with rust
Shadows on the mind
Years turn to dust
Behind the eight ball
Lost in broken heart café
Wine-stained lips
With nothing to say
Sick on codeine, caffeine, and nicotine
Addicted to blue smoke
Slow six foot death
Nothing but grey hair to show
They say the Devil
Wears feet like a pig
He keeps all the best songs
For his New Moon gigs
Neon circus lights
Burned out under the stars
Blow a candle out one last time
Days no longer give pause
Stare you in the eye
Share a fatal wink
Sold your soul
For one final jinx.
II
An Assassin’s File of Morpheus Psalms
Remembering the razor’s edge near a valley she veiled between her legs. Clairvoyance reeks to linger some nondescript coincidence. Grace introduces to me her father General Nero and his unborn brother, Don Quixote.
“To wholly transcend fear,” I whispered in their fig ears. Mystery begets mystery. A westward journey across my endless sea pursued by jealous fools, a judge, and some failed priest calling from the depths of a stone cold dungeon.
Living everyday sanctity brought upon a culture diseased in orgasm and imagination. Metaphysics from past days of unpleasant logic linger. Currents running along in streams without worry of wandering tomorrows. Cascading raindrops wash over a dusty summer day. The morning dew evaporates under the sleepless sun. A mid-afternoon eclipse darkens a painted war face with rings on toes hidden in a gypsy treasure. Someone ask Lazarus the secret...
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Stranded in a desert of restless dreams
Eclipsed action rising to pass
Awaken resolution of consequence
Each day lingers as the last——
Faces of strangers and lovers melt into one
Poisonous phantom jinx untold
Unknown eyes stare with rabid inquisition
Historic labyrinths unfold——
Anxiety hounds this desperate moment
Vanishing breeze when a day is done
Passion emerges in repressed desire
Bought a ticket and the train was gone——
A midnight lamp burns away tomorrow’s dream
Blue flame whispers towards a gasoline stream.
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Secrets of her mind float in the air
Promises revealed in a riddle
Springtime hints at a blooming glare
Maidens passing wine to meddle——
Whispering in ears of strange women
Sniffing intoxication like a vulture on death row
These vacant days linger an image
They carry stolen gold to sow——
Skeleton proverbs alarm
Holding hostages in dreams of sweet love
Winter winds echo unknown chambers in the heart
Constricting near a call from above——
If I could abandon such hellhound guilt
Tied around my neck like a noose of silk.
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A crowd gathering
Searching for answers in art
Wicked tides and stakes rising higher
Weak threads wear thin to tear apart——
Candle burns low for the flame
Tired eyes stare at some photo from long ago
Downtown castaway grave
Damning all streams that flow——
A cryptic scene tempting the mind
Unraveling deep secrets of fate
Dying everyday in a land of souls
Yesterday’s redemption cannot be cashed or saved——
Secrets revealed between lines
Morning glory salvation, desolation unkind.
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New paths rambling towards eternity
Undoing signs confronted each night
A blood red moon under death pools of earth
Eating in darkness forsaking light——
Marching on a road of spite and revenge
Pilgrims crossing valleys for vanity
Lost among labyrinths promoting shallow stream
Festering minds, voided sanity——
Sailboat monkeys claim a dying breed
Name-dropping pretender confuses the loss
Cashing in on a promise of stardom
Creating glory in a day’s labor lost.
An actor’s lines compressed for the scene
Repressed instincts in daily life’s dream.
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Burning bridges of ancient ties
Casting shadows on a heart never gassed
Roses of eternity drifting down the Sacred River
As coincidence and serendipity elapse——
Strange winds weave vacant skeleton bones
Ghost stories conjured in a moment
Watching movie reels on the walls from long ago
Lost images shattered and broken——
Resorting to vice and night time mystery
Pondering gloom before I set the city aflame
A few burned pages in history
Evidence seeking scapegoat alibi blame——
Running with devil’s dust on rambling feet
Voodoo hounds deprived of sleep.
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Time’s friend a banquet of revolution
A witness’s burden of events yet to come
Dreaming nightmares silver thread twists
Blasphemous visions of unknown sums——
A camera eye from the inside out
Preserves roles in a voyeur’s mind
Cut flowers bloom scented from yesterday’s past
Burning bed, silver roses during days unkind——
Meet a stranger along Main Street
Pretenders follow my shadow in vain
Smoke signals never ending dead-end trails
Evaporate like a summer’s rain——
Stranger’s dark eyes search for a faith lost
Paying sins for flesh no matter the cost.
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Savannah Rain
Desolate highway 16
Low country drive
Ominous overcast
Lost miles roadside
Through pines forests
Ride to the sea
Sherman’s gift
A virgin southern city
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Goat’s Eye Smoking
Nothing like a fresh wind of intoxication
To sharpen indistinct resolution
Uttering vain words in a deaf ear
No matter what’s said is vainly clear…
Rhyming another tale to tell
How a vain tongue-lasher fell
Dropping too many odious clues
In the company of fools…
Goat’s eye smoking
Wicked habits
Manifest within
Above all loves
Arise to drown again and again
A dark expense
Fishing for souls
Wading in waters
Redemption’s omen
Goat’s eye smoking
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Five Sparrows and Two Farthings
Upstream destination
Wandering through lonesome ports
Passing idle prospects
Drinking with jezebels in subterranean courts
Nameless juries confiscate
Justice in a moment
Broken years across time’s bridge
Faded memories as they know it
Within without
Casting stones on fortune’s whim
Calling bluffs and dancing powders
Exchanging flesh for sin
Late night parasite scenes
Rotting another pure mind
Wind chimes in bone dreams
Fools discard wisdom they find.
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Branch written wood,
On the bench——
Etched engravings
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Have you memories in a trunk, bracelets on a wire?
Breathing pistol wind and eyes full of fire?
Dimensions lurk in my bones to fill my heart
When trees hush with the wilderness blown apart.
Warning moon light working on beauty transparent
Blood filled streets from past generations we inherit.
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Winter of all winds
Seasons in time
Stranger’s faces and friends
Run through my veins like wine
Much taken for granted
Actions lost and wrong
History engulfs all lives
Lucid voice describes the song
Face in the mirror
Collective unconscious so true
Hearing signs in dreams
Personifying you
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The Savages
Savages along the river/posting blood to nails
Malaria breathes plague/winds burning sails
Boiling blood/erupts deadly passion
Murdering the young/in blind action
Distant candle/burns to an end
Savages speak in strange tongues/where death descends
Land sucking blood/from the ground
Fascination with astronomy/when the world was round
Spears fly in the air/for flesh taught to burn
Women and children eat/for another turn
Breezes feel wet/clinging to one’s sanity
Odor of death/constant survival distort all calamity.
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The Kansas City Rag
Cowboy angel
Spaced angel
Space cowboy
In black corduroy
May I see your hand
Paradox you understand
Humming steel guitars
Desperado behind bars
Dancing for days
In a strange sweet haze
Consigned to fate
Remembering significant dates
Stars yell in a blaze
Devil tells me to wait
Again I’ll throw him off
With a shiver and a cough
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The Traveling Rash
Got my life in a bag/story in a book
Eyes for the sad/cure dreams with a look
Dimes in a wishing well/crossroad path to find
Time will tell/grain of sand in ocean’s rhyme
Lost words tonight/eyes pull down the shades
Tomorrow’s sun shines/another day’s parade
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Valentino in the garden
Premonition gone in smoke
Cinderella waiting on the jury
High Sheriff ties a rope
Flesh buried in dust
Cryptic whisper secret of the dead
Mortal incantations
Days in year like needle does a thread
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Bliss of Premonition
Orpheus chords, Michelangelo progressions
Dionysus addictions, Narcissistic confessions,
Aphrodisiac love vapors, appear with smoke
Blood of the poet confounds to choke——
Late evening questioning riddles
Shotgun shack running bootleg fiddles,
Naked forest of terror
Second hand hindsight first rate errors——
Serpents and poverty tell the tale
Witness a transgression against a nightingale,
Open road lanterns illuminating lies
Contradiction love’s a vain disguise——
Backwater story forgiving hallucinations
Dark sideshow illuminations,
Stark raving pedestrians gather a crowd
Singing hypocritical hymns in town——
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