"luminol" poems - Hello Poetry

I am partial to a shifting psyche I am hard to find when I give up my act I find the long way back I am a lighthouse when the wind blows south I am open mouth when I go off the track here’s to the long way back Parallels with my insides Luminol on my black tie Lucid all til the white lie I’ll buy anything you say Archivist of the meeting Red of wrist and of feeling I exist just to see it Seems to be all that I crave

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Mar 23, 2020

Mar 23, 2020 at 5:28 AM UTC

insearchofgatherings

Archivist

I am partial to a shifting psyche I am hard to find when I give up my act I find the long way back I am a lighthouse when the wind blows south I am open mouth when I go off the track here’s to the long way back Parallels with my insides Luminol on my black tie Lucid all til the white lie I’ll buy anything you say Archivist of the meeting Red of wrist and of feeling I exist just to see it Seems to be all that I crave

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Luminol when sprayed on a cleaned wall that was once stained with the blood of a human being will light up every splatter, and reveal the crime scene in all it's chaotic splendor, even after years of careful hiding Things happen every day in my creamy, dreamy life moods, like the calm bay that hides the sharks underneath the blood splatter of the natural cycle is covered in blue indistinct waves while carnage and drama play themselves out in the silent muted depths And as the bay gets darker the further you go down especially in the deep canyon where a fervent Japanese submarine snuck into California waters, and chased a boat around briefly before dissapearing forever, just as these depths contain mystery and waste so my thoughts, once so churned and pained, lie dormant and unseen with the plastic forks that are stuck in the sand and the plastic bags that move by in the darkness like ghosts Because beneath the surface, in that deepest groove is where all the pain and waste and wreck of civilization has accumulated and is creating a new order in a once pristine reusable recyclable landscape But I cannot see my depths, only try to feel them in a primitive way, like sonar--what is this? A small submersible floats through the deep cold water down there through the snow flakes of biological residue that is food for life and it looks at the garbage and sends back a video signal that this is a warning, of our ceaseless, accumulating destruction unseen

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Dec 10, 2013

Dec 10, 2013 at 11:37 PM UTC

zulu-samperfas

Dark Depths Hiding

Luminol when sprayed on a cleaned wall that was once stained with the blood of a human being will light up every splatter, and reveal the crime scene in all it's chaotic splendor, even after years of careful hiding Things happen every day in my creamy, dreamy life moods, like the calm bay that hides the sharks underneath the blood splatter of the natural cycle is covered in blue indistinct waves while carnage and drama play themselves out in the silent muted depths And as the bay gets darker the further you go down especially in the deep canyon where a fervent Japanese submarine snuck into California waters, and chased a boat around briefly before dissapearing forever, just as these depths contain mystery and waste so my thoughts, once so churned and pained, lie dormant and unseen with the plastic forks that are stuck in the sand and the plastic bags that move by in the darkness like ghosts Because beneath the surface, in that deepest groove is where all the pain and waste and wreck of civilization has accumulated and is creating a new order in a once pristine reusable recyclable landscape But I cannot see my depths, only try to feel them in a primitive way, like sonar--what is this? A small submersible floats through the deep cold water down there through the snow flakes of biological residue that is food for life and it looks at the garbage and sends back a video signal that this is a warning, of our ceaseless, accumulating destruction unseen

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Lying in my bed everything is dark save one cell phone the screen glowing like dim blue luminol sprayed on old blood The room is packed with various screams desire from years ago unchecked and ignored an undiagnosed patient My bed is a deserted oasis circled by cardboard boxes all filled with old skeletons mangled and unidentifiable My phone's battery dies sudden like a faulty switch forcing me to accept fate

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Feb 23, 2015

Feb 23, 2015 at 2:58 PM UTC

ryan-gonzalez

Disquiet

Lying in my bed everything is dark save one cell phone the screen glowing like dim blue luminol sprayed on old blood The room is packed with various screams desire from years ago unchecked and ignored an undiagnosed patient My bed is a deserted oasis circled by cardboard boxes all filled with old skeletons mangled and unidentifiable My phone's battery dies sudden like a faulty switch forcing me to accept fate

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