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Third Eye Candy Oct 2012
sifting through aeons of green plums
we stagger in the hollow reeds of the wrong sun
under sorcery and utter love
ginseng in the choir of
our up above

we weave decay

we soon knit with icepicks, our idiot summer.
swinging from the chandeliers of our hovels
boiling rain
in ruby pots

delving into soft focus you can cut with a blade of gasp
Cobwebs collected in
four corners , tins reflecting
sunshine along the wooden borders ,
a cash register from the fifties
was ironically up for sale , a mirror
from the sixties , gold leaf shot glasses
glimmered , mason jars and fondue sets ,
a tea service , Corningware plates , thimbles ,
candelabras and goose quill pens shimmered
A mannequin with costume jewelry ,
old Army outfits , icepicks , bread pans and shaving kits
The air was stale , like grandmothers house ,
Several traps within eyeshot in hopes of a mouse ,
The days lunch stood open with late morning coffee
perusing a giant ceiling fan overhead , old time
rockers and brass bed sets
A clerk with bifocals and white apron nursing a wood
pipe with black cherry tobacco ,
A shelf with horehound , licorice and rock candy ,
guitar strings , sewing needles and 'medicinal' blackberry brandy* ..
Copyright March 26 , 2017 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
wordvango Jun 2017
as love too much or love in vain
or a wrong chord sung in ecstasy
say oh god my tone deaf
partner and it sounds like opera
to me
write me poems leave them in lipstick on my back
I will stand in the mirror and crane my neck
take keys and scribe my vette
stick icepicks in my tires
me and my new love watched
naked inside while peeping out
the window
both of us had been there
before
I hate you hurt but ****, life
is sometimes
hard
Qualyxian Quest Apr 2023
I like I Walk the Line
Gave it to my brother
Break My Rusty Cage
Reunited with my mother

I like empty churches
San Francisco Zen
Falafel with rice
3710

Lonely cool before dawn
6:28
I send to Judi
Susan emails Cate

Something about the mist
The Call of Misty Mountains
1937
Candidates debate

                 I wait.
Alleigh Peterson May 2018
acquaintanceship is hard when
the two of us have more faces
that spit fire from tongues silenced too long
twos company
fours a crowd
the night we met you called me a
gemini *****
i entangled those words in my mind
funny that
that was the night i wanted to hang myself
i'm not that bad anymore but it reminds me that
i long for people who damage me
a "build me up to tear me down" deal
lies
the secrets i've spilled to you on drunken nights
are used as icepicks in the cold dwelling that is my soul
i know you have it too
you told me about the things that haunt you
.

you don't ask me how i am anymore
today i walked out of your room and you didn't look up when i left
and yet you're happy enough to parade me around
a travelling circus
a freak show
until the clock you wear on your wrist beeps
and suddenly,
i'm not convenient
.


i know you're at war with yourself too
i've been enlisted in my own militia for as long as i could talk
i have scars on my body from all the times the soldiers in my head
decided i needed a reminder of what they're fighting
.

why don't you ask about me?
i bend backwards for you until my spine snaps
but you tell me it's only a fracture
.
Qualyxian Quest Aug 2021
All eyes turn to space
Final frontier it's true
Break our rusty cage
Maybe not alone?

Infinite Universe
How did we get here?
Will we survive?
Into the Unknown
Alex Smith Oct 2018
Stab icepicks through my eyelids
And watch me twitch.
Scratch my itch
So deep
That it cuts me
And I bleed.
Go for the jugular
Because I want
This blood-soaked show
To be spectacular.

— The End —