What the hell was I thinking coming here to 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
Category: Dark Poem
Lost
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 & […]
Good Friday Meditation
It has always been as the papers say
Waking in Hell
Hell is an island In an endless sea. The sea is myself, The I-land is me.
Mystery
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 […]
Bedtime Prayer
Soma, Zany, vodka sweet Now I lay me down to sleep I pray that death will not come That would be pretty dumb To die alone without a friend Would be a bitter wasted end. But if I die before I wake I did my best for fuck sake I don’t know where I’m goin’ […]
The Search
I wanted to be a serious poet, but heard they are prone to heart attacks so I lightened up and became a playwright, rented a little studio where I could audition the truth, ran an ad in the paper, “Desperately seeking reality.” And some very interesting characters came to read. There was a sage addicted […]
