A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Desert Hermit I bit the tail of the beast of burden Prescribed a sedative to keep him from falling into agony And there was no road ahead that I could use to follow But a trail of scattered locust skins -John the Baptizer The astrologers allContinue reading “WD 170 “Desert Hermit””
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WD 169 “Haunted Temple”
A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Haunted Temple The eye is upon you While you go about your daily trade A pox, a curse, eye of newt and skin of toad And medication refills While he is, transfixed and transfigured into every sound that haunts Days of secret whispers in the pewsContinue reading “WD 169 “Haunted Temple””
WD 168 “Breathing Exit”
A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Breathing Exit Simple thoughts Fly into my mind like they are Drawn to rotten meat When we exit this space what becomes of the cosmic symmetry? The cracked surface between mirror and air And can we begin to manifest An exile into being -All night IContinue reading “WD 168 “Breathing Exit””
WD 167 “After the Flood”
Prose from the journal of The Guardian Fog. After the Flood In keeping with the terms of our agreement, I arranged for there to be a little accident. I slid out of your recommendations, into the purgatory of the after, a quaking reminiscence of previous pain and punishment, until the gods no longer allowed myContinue reading “WD 167 “After the Flood””
WD 166 “Dead Butterfly”
A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Dead Butterfly I am a larva But the sun cannot reach me In my cave. Do you hear the cries of my brothers and sisters as The rain water seeps into our underground caverns? They say it is a sin To be born small And failContinue reading “WD 166 “Dead Butterfly””
WD 164 “Hades Invitation”
A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Hades Invitation I’m estranged from the movement of the moon A waving mirage, white in the frost that shakes back and forth To attract prey Pomegranate soup A bridge too short, a soul on-guard, a keeper waiting in the snow The car is still thawing asContinue reading “WD 164 “Hades Invitation””
WD 163 “Where the Saints Dance”
A musing inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth Where the Saints Dance Defiance can be found At the bottom of a glass Or, on concrete After you cut your teeth on the curb Grating the brain out of your skull like shredded cheese In the name of the saints Their eyes are closed butContinue reading “WD 163 “Where the Saints Dance””
WD 162 “Wait for Me”
A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Wait for Me Consider my slow approach The pads in my paws keep me silent Even in the realm of thought, but you Considered me a noise, an abstract trial to be redeemed from Transcendental aftermath of a crazed god There was smoke, fire, then moreContinue reading “WD 162 “Wait for Me””
WD 161 “Wake”
A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Wake Betrayed in secrecy Sanctioned by secretions of sleeping poison in my morning coffee I log in to the regular reincarnation cycle Birth, labor, waiting, rest, and sleep But the sleep is only mental The automaton continues to strive Severed from consideration While God in hisContinue reading “WD 161 “Wake””
WD 160 “Cabal”
A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Cabal Swipe right to find out what’s coming in the wings Four wings double-bent, two covering the face Moses had a face that shined like the moon, so he had to hide it And I hide my psychic vibrations, solar waves So you can keep goingContinue reading “WD 160 “Cabal””
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