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The Archetypal Architecture of the Blind

The Archetypal Architecture of the Blind She lived inside a moment where her clocks Ticked out the moments but from one to three, That’s all, a very certain cube-like box Of circumscribed doctrinal certainty. For her those things like dreams are more for Freud Or...

Lightening Up the Revelation

    Lightening Up the Revelation Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  Priests wonder if it’s easier for men To pitch themselves in mystic-ness since they Are swell acquainted with their thrusting when Whammed...

Not Even for Cleopatra

        Not Even for Cleopatra Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  Once youth has fled the skin, the beauty will Be like the dryness and the sand of dunes. The breasts will sag like rotting fruit and spill...

Ever Sere Depression:  Blank Eyes, Lips, Ears

Ever Sere Depression:  Blank Eyes, Lips, Ears Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  The place is dark.  Its tenses, all, are stark. Its tense today is black as ebony As God imagined it before His spark...

Melancholia

                   Melancholia Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  The dreams reach out as branches from the trunk And try to scratch the brain from far inside. More bark-clamped than a deep-celled troubled...