I hate who I am as a person sometimes
The way I fiercely love and can't get along
Won't get along. Couldn't.
The way the teacher was never a teacher at all
The way the bond was always so fragile
The way I hang on to it wrapped around my arm like a leash on a prey driven dog. One sudden movement and I'm face-first on the cement. The way I thought I had things in the bag and how very mistaken I was. And how afraid I am.
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The Thing Is

Haiku must at least
Imply a leaf is falling
Somewhere in the world.

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Darkwave with Greek lyrics from a long lost poem. #DarkPoets #bwvideo #greekdarkwave #gothicrock #DarkStories #PoetryOnMastodon
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Lawrence at Versailles

“ABC Sunday/Monday Night at the Movies”
fed me into Lawrence of Arabia dreams, right
before I crashed. Same w/”High Plains Drifter”
and “Ice Station Zebra:” Peter O’Tindall, Clint
Tindall, Rock Tindall, this kind of thing. Now I
dream of going back in time for real, sitting
Lawrence down at Versailles and explaining
to him just exactly how all this shit was gonna go

For the next century or so,
how we do things in the real goddam world, see,
as if he didn’t already know.

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Sphinx of Procopius

An electric dragonfly with blue glass wings
circles the head of this blue glass sphinx
machined by the brothers of Procopius Abbey.
Its eyes light their private cemetery at night.
Its paws are poised upon a blue glass harmonium
and if you throw a diamond over your shoulder,
the harmonium begins to play: fugues, hymns,
laments, odes. One per diamond. Then it goes silent
but for the faintly discernible hum of electric dragonfly
wings, dragonfly dive bombing for diamonds,
blue wings throwing blue shadows across the graves.

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Writing at night –
the ink follows its own rules.

In the morning,
the sentences gaze at you
like forest creatures roaming the village:
a blue deer,
a red fox,
a green stag,
leaping silently over rooftops.

Who spoke in the night?
You or them?

The words
fly like wings of light,
while the creatures disappear
into the houses' dreams.

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Train Wreck Tindall

Can you IMAGINE
What my therapist

Really thinks?!
I mean

Really really.

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Bomb TV

I’m only just now really getting into
Bill Evans. It’s a little embarrassing!
My mind guerrilla found this

Rabbit hole down to a fallout shelter.
One the birds forgot, left behind.
Lotta good records down there,

Cold War stuff, Mind beat down
By the constant threat of nuclear
annihilation. I can

dig it.

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