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Marta Dec 2019
Two men stood in front of me –
One he used to be and one he is now.
One of them told me: “I’m the lesser of two evils,”
But the other reminded: “You and I, we’re not that different.”

A slight fear ran up and down my spine,
I loved them both but could not decide.
I looked them in the eyes, so blue and so dark,
Their gaze left a heart-shaped mark.
A man stood in front of me –
“I’m the lesser of two evils,” he said.
I took him to the grave where she was laid
And for the first time he was finally able to see
That Laura Palmer was actually me.
Kam Aug 2017
You spoke to me in a dream,
voice like honey,
"The angels won't save someone with so much devil in them."

Nights of bumming cigarettes
off men too old, who should know better.
Welcoming the darkest of us with a thin smile,
all opalescent.

Lost yourself in poker chips,
another wager on the poker table.
Some middle aged man's fantasy-
legs spread like Russian roulette,
who would go with you?
Appealing the sin inside of your bones,
you locked your demons in a box.

It's not your fault,
you were murdered.
you were chosen-
this world tends to expire on
a girl with an imbalance of hedonism & an angelic temperament.

Beauty can lead us to truly dangerous places;
those veins belong to you,
but BOB wants to bury himself underneath your skin.

Seashells mixed with bits of sand
clung to your ocean blue skin,
your lips looked apologetic.

"I'm sorry I wasn't myself"
- the town's patron saint

Early morning,
clouds shine down
on your still frame,
like a movie scene-
it's cold,
but you've always been a fan of snow
snowflakes touch your nose
in a light dust of blow.

Did you ever really live?
Or had you already been a ghost?
Of who they all had come to love and adore.
Expressing adoration for the Twin Peaks character, Laura Palmer.
Coop Lee Nov 2015
teddy told me i got mad skills.
like my abilities come from some kinda legendary force, or jesus,
tall-me amongst the heap
of asphalt trimmings and songs.
bottlerockets & girls.

her body brings swarm of worms.
decomp, said
the f.b.i. men one by one
with tweezers.
i hear loud electrical hums late into the night;
up in that great nest of wire & bird bones.

new neck tat &
cody spends his paycheck on a crossbow.
we target practice on a bull skull,
our wet cigarettes
& turpentine socks huffed in the dry roofline
beside the rain.

that little boy in his mask is tap-dancing
below the streetlamp, puddles
& old oversized shoes.
his grandma watches from the window.
she is teaching him magic.

unit 13: where the young woman once
dolled herself in the mirror.
men & headlights rolled thru thrice weekly,
maybe more.
i remember her red lips &
white hat; her
watering flowers.
she is the dead.

deputy hart.
he loved her.
stole her clothes in the middle of night,
& sat beside the river sobbing into clumped fists
of bra & blouse.

josiah, fat kid rarely seen,
he emerges one day to the mailbox.
a package/prize.
a decoder ring.
secrets to be set free.
Phoebe Seraphine Jan 2015
Blondie is true blue, wrapped in plastic,
tied together with a cherry pie on top.
Enter agent, in the mood for ****** or
dutiful doughnuts and coffee (**** fine.)
A saccharine soprano sings Roadhouse
while a log teems with secrets only
owls observe. The one-eyed recluse draws
cotton ball curtains hiding cinereal skies
that saturate such opaque peaks.
The giant speaks of a small town tempest.
Magic rustlings in the Black Lodge
bring on the dark dream, a wobbly man
talks gobbledygook like a VHS tape in reverse.
The fire they speak of is not fire, but sometimes
her arms bend back. Bitter BOB ballroom dances
with a too cool for school, sock-hop-hopped-up
babe in a red room, redrum romance.
Has anyone been on earth the last few weeks?

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