Glass walled reflections of citadels of fantasy
merge in the moment of reality
Who are you locked in the ecstasy of vampires
and werewolves, scouring the night for its mystery
blasting ******* of thoughts
yet trancelike delving into the souls journey
from thought to thought.

Behind the facade
who are you? I see
prose and poems that speak a language
seeking freedom. Maybe not.

Yet I read those writings and decipher
what it is that melts the dark and light
in a crucible of molten red hot verse,
that sears to the touch and taste
and scars come unscabbed, line
by line as each fragment falls
away to reveal a whole person.

The raven and the rogue
mix delectably in this dish.

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Good Morning



Good Afternoon



Good Evening


Wherever you are!

Author Notes

Ha ha.
© Marshall Gass. All rights reserved, 9 days ago

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behind the glass door things happen
to stay behind the glass door
until things have happened.

don't ever stick your hand
into the magic happening
or else a bubbly bone will remain.

dont even try putting a golf ball
in to cook
or an egg
because only egg heads do that.

behind the glass door
water droplets use vibrators
and get superhot
you are not supposed to watch
but you do anyway.

don't get zapped
when you are not looking.

Author Notes

Optional
© Marshall Gass. All rights reserved, 8 days ago

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This is my heart.
Right now, it's empty.
If you can fill it, you can have it.
If you take good care of it, then keep it.
But if you don't want it, you can throw it away.
I don't need it anymore.

He makes her happy
as a clam. That's watching
the tides rushing in furiously
afraid of not making it on time
to kiss the sea shore's lips the most loveliest and softest kiss. And watch
it caress it's sandy hips in slow motion with such passionate emotion* ~

It's one eighty on the speedo,
I can almost touch Toledo
and the train is melting steel.
I feel
alive.

How can you

NOT

believe that

pain is temporary,

when you yourself are.