WD 221 “Claude Frollo”

A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Claude Frollo Say what you mean to me My particles are rippling with the burden of anticipation And antiseptic creams that wash out infections You’re covered in them, blistering beasts of unmatched ferocity The sun sets on you when you like  And you’re back to letContinue reading “WD 221 “Claude Frollo””

WD 218 “Hypothetical Numbers”

A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Hypothetical Numbers Settle your debts  Before they break you Come to terms with your debtors  In this life before the next  You were  like a candle never lit Left out on an open window  Suffusing the house with cold wind There’s nothing to see No placeContinue reading “WD 218 “Hypothetical Numbers””

WD 217 “A Day in February”

A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. A Day in February  Another day  Another chance for the sun to  Kiss you as it passes Off center, tied with a ribbon to the stone that spins under you Because it’s all yours  Wondering into forever  Fields of green Cats and kittens  And you’re alwaysContinue reading “WD 217 “A Day in February””

WD 216 “So Speaks the Worm”

A poem inspired by the Muse of Cold Earth. So Speaks the Worm Mother nature never looks me in the eye But, I like to make claims in her name Genetic absolution by self flagellation  A hollow whistle through the empty trunk of a log We took a hundred pills for our particular breed ofContinue reading “WD 216 “So Speaks the Worm””

WD 215 “Parallax TV”

A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Parallax TV  Like a tree armed with needles  A sinister synergy of malice and growth Affixed to the cable lining the sky You keep the elements running through your ley lines A sovereign distraction from the chorus of demons There is Nowhere but up No chainsContinue reading “WD 215 “Parallax TV””

WD 214 “Change My Skin”

A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Change My Skin I came to a realization At the peak of one lunar mountain The things that changed me were also changed.  Coins in my pocket, jingling with oils and skin cells  Passed between traders and betrayers alike  Silver in the shaft like Judas hunting werewolvesContinue reading “WD 214 “Change My Skin””