The darkened moon was somewhere
I could feel it on my skin
Like a cold embracing tomb-shroud
As the stain of age-old sin

I roamed this ancient city
Only shadows did I meet
In the ramparts,on the rooftops
Twisted shadows in the street

China Doll
With eyes of glass
Cry invisible tears
Each time you pass

Molded lips
painted red
Silent words
Never said

Carelessly tossed
With all the scraps
One of life's cruel mishaps

Broken limbs
Tiny pieces
Glued haphazardly
Alone she sits
In her misery

gaunt thirst
tethered against a tight leash
scope focused
upon the cull

slender thigh
silk covered
backlit sun
beneath the underbrush

soft rainfall upon parched lips
reason smears
wet upon the trigger

locked unloaded
instincts bewail
the execution

deep tracks
history muddles the clean trail
excrement offerings
sign the pursuit

history of knowledge
experience honed
he bends to kiss the trail

reverence sharpened
indecision cautioned

hunter hunted

she falls
backboned and heel bare
struck
alive with light

television blare

her blonde perfect head
the angel mouth

there are wildfires of
storms ringing through
a fresh mind

lightning in her arms
tightening her spine
the thunder realms

vibratto

gran mals her gram
says
her ovid pupil
relfecting the worried
smile
of the youthful inflection

..

Slumber, 
that happening at night,
take hold the sheets, 
pull over me,
capture my dreams, 
breathe my breath 
in gentle streams of heart beats. 

The witching hour is nigh,
no stars, 
no flares of light,
opaque the purple sky,
as if the dawn were swallowed up for good,
would never show its face again,
becoming black oblivion. 

As I, one human being being, 
soon shall die. 

I sit atop the Frozen Throne
The Light of the World grows dim.
As foretold on the primeval stone
The dark crept in, with barely a whim.

The frosted air dances at my feet
My ambitions burn
welding me to the Throne
The Earth murmurs
crumbling as I stare at the unending night

I hear the World's last beat
The skies churn
breathing a thunderous moan
Souls tremor
searing in brimstone, no end in sight

room and stockings
traffic lights cast judgement
through
greasy panes
as they dance
silhouettes of indifference

unknown breath
expensive strokes
upon cold skin

time spins slowly
as the hungry belly awaits
coup de grace

puny life
looted

rations scraps
the feast
of burlesque nights
swathed in deaden sweat

unwashable repent
upon tarnished opulence

thoughts swim
as body awaits its fee
cast upon the table

I bow to thee

Our Featured Poem Tonight is ..... Edgar Allan Poe

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That smile
that penetrates the senses,
inflames the mind,
is seen behind the face, in mirrored thoughts,
a mirage in the sky or on the lake,
within the sound
of a singing bird,
it's message is of joy,
of sheer abandon,
when all the trappings of the chores of day,
repeated like a dirge,
take wings
and catch a cacophony of feelings and sensations,
lying latent in each man,
awakened to the paradise
of freedom of expression,
an impression of a hand upon the sensitive disguise,

The setting moon supplies the light
along the path down to the pond
while in the east the sky turns bright.
Jeans brush against a wet fern's frond.
Tree frogs bid adieu to dying night.

Boots clomping on the old wood dock
quickly silence peepers' song.
The time approaches dawn o'clock.
Fading moonshadows are growing long.
Cattail awaits a breeze on its thin stalk.