In cozy dreams with mimes of twilight and a peppermint patty neath the willow tree whispering winds octave with emotions in blue overshadow waters and creek stones listening to piccolo reeds as autumn dances on fallen leaves of a peppermint patty sweet as...
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Like naked Swallows this is how I was born leaves are our only cover in the lemongrass and no need for armor abandoning the heirlooms and the ignorance of man now stripped of my veil nothing else to reveal for the love of you and naked kisses in the lemon...
Flowers of smoke choking the timbers curling around my forfeiture from chimney's sweep dark torches of roses now turn to ashes from the winter shed then turn to dead with eyes in the embers
When the crawdads sing just north of N'awlins the Book of Revelations over rice and red beans marinated in cider pressing the flesh in someone's gumbo up the Bayou with Tabasco neath' shadow of cypress knees listening to zydeco
From the larder of my portmanteau. I address the coming of the beast. Rocking the wooden horse, wearing shoe lifts from Abercrombie & Fitch. Beating a brass spittoon with a gewgaw in the asylum of my mind's cabaret. Scratching at my feet of raven clay, ta...
Riding in on a charley horse with a crow rocking your nightmares away dressed in a blue suede suit God Bless, you buried gentlemen of roadkill and bones at times a tooth fairy when you sleep not as macabre as it sounds the crow doesn't kill it just eats
Footless crow rising from a storm of bed with green flies swallowing the dead while life is at rest sucking on numb because in the end, we are all spoon-fed striking a lucifer for a twilight shag as zombies eat from plastic bags moldy old banana bread fro...
Be wary of the Judas grape shakers, Hollywood and the talking heads, and clowns who have brought shame. Burnt offerings, sacrificial tithe, and Jezebels who want your dime, cutting in front of you at showtime. Hold the faith and believe in Jesus, and get...
Without silence, there are no words like a selfish cat a dead leaf falling into the arms of the living my sweet Michelangelo of strings opening chatoyant eyes on heads of nod over the sea of Galilee
In the lazy daze days of Junebugs, swinging on an old used tire hanging from a tree. The dust would kick up from the dried red clay. The Peanut Man would come along, singing something about, "Old fools..." My shoestrings were full of knots, but I paid it...
Feeling really bloated squeezed inside this box, so, "How did The Game of Thorns end?" It's a little cold this time of year, the wife forgot my socks, but I'm wearing my best suit. Also a little quiet, but things pick up at midnight, when worms go on the...
Though the puppets of night in autumn's clairvoyance, shadows play, whispering in silence, dancing neath wings, a long twilight on silent stairs living this dance on prayers, in touch with God
Who knows bellows better than the wind hung from a tree from where the roots run of which no one knows from what seed it comes like a gallows with long neck boughs hanging life in effigy suffering not smiles crying for the willows alone in the shadows kis...
The Hootie Hoot and I, my gall set me free in moral decay as the carrion's filet, squandering away with death's bitter aftertaste rising with decadence yeast, cloistered with my goiter as if a requiem for an oyster, the Hootie Hoot and I