You begin in the twitch of conception, a long narcotic lullaby until the song vibrates in every cell and bone. We will never be rid of each other, so come, come, little ones will circle in dance striking your face with flowers I loved mocking your toothy grin they will never take your outstretched hands, […]
The cat chases its tail, the dog whimpers in sleep the heart skips a beat… It’s not a nightmare, not a movie, a TV show. Wake when you will but where will you be, in bed alone, In the den, your unknowing hand holding a gun, at your desk starting at nothing? It doesn’t matter—Looking […]
What Chopin wanted most was to die in George Sand arms, on his deathbed all he got Was a nosegay of violets She left at his door When her daughter turned her away– People can be such shits. He wrote a friend on his deathbed, “She promised me I would die in her arms.” How did […]
I am the misconceived
Unconnected son of an ordinary woman
Who baked as many cakes as your Mom, loved me as much.
My father went to war, saved the nation, came home with medals
Shell shocked head, memories he cannot tell.
Something went wrong with me.
It was not the boyish pranks, soap on your windows
Halloween t.p. on your house and car
I am evil behind a mask… etc. etc….
It would be a lie to say I have no sorrow for the dead I sing to them To steady heart and head. Sorrow, a boy forsaken Sleeps no doubt In the quiet of my bed He cannot be mistaken. Rising to the early light To torpor I awaken, I care for him His Sadness […]
What the hell was I thinking coming here to a Hell, I keep asking myself what on Earth I’m doing here and come up with the same and different answers– Heaven The Serpent devours itself and then looks for more to eat because it is always expanding contracting Thirsty hungry restless alive… Rayn Roberts 9/25/17
These beasts snapping from all sides just before they ate me alive I sang a tune they fell asleep then dead except for one hatched in my head. I’ll tame it at home– but where is my staff of light where is the map I had in my sack– lost. I like Of Monsters & […]
It has always been as the papers say
Hell is an island In an endless sea. The sea is myself, The I-land is me.
Sometime before the land turned away from light The wind in the wild mustard slowed The sun, being where is always is, the moon too Twilight and moonrise were in me. Something small and quick sprang and ran. The long grass bent as I watched the urge to chase Corner and kill rise and fall […]