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The Shambling Darkness Project: July 2009
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Saturday, July 25, 2009. Tuesday, July 14, 2009. Thursday, July 09, 2009. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Palaces, Palaces, Barricades, Barricades, Threats, Threats meet Promises, Promises. Open publication - Free publishing - More poems. Open publication - Free publishing - More poems.
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The Shambling Darkness Project: BOOM HUTCH
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Wednesday, August 08, 2012. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Palaces, Palaces, Barricades, Barricades, Threats, Threats meet Promises, Promises. Youve Come a Long Way, Baby.
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The Shambling Darkness Project: Stelarc
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Tuesday, March 30, 2010. My high school art teacher is famous for suspending himself. With hooks from office ceilings and from high rise. Window washing scaffolds. It’s hard not to live in his. Shadow as he is also famous for being naked and painting. His body in the ash of cremated road kill. I always wanted. To live up to that but because he wasn’t my parent it didn’t. Really matter anyway and if I fell short with my pen rubbings. Of giant robots or a clutch of chickens beheaded by chainsaws. Or whatev...
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The Shambling Darkness Project: September 2009
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Wednesday, September 30, 2009. Witches chalk circle fails to detect. The dark lord’s insect passing over me,. Evacuee of time. Instead I sing. Homilies in pulped language, fragment. Of my eye, the witness insists I nail. Down the furniture god carved of serpents,. Electric like the ocean used to be, a serpent. Who probed with squeezing to detect. The winds of an epic thought naturally nailed. To my mouth, sucking, as it were, me. Into delicious intention while the fragments. Spreading a foliage of light,...
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The Shambling Darkness Project: Canto Perilous
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Thursday, November 12, 2009. Cozy and flexed, my kitchen window. Stretches a new found view, it affects. The whole house, makes snow or heaves. A humid afternoon. In the floorboards. A little water from the storm, a little. Ocean with sea women, sea teeth, mermaids,. Ambience of drowning, particular mermaids. Disperse a toad’s evolution at a cashier’s window,. Movies piecing together a glance at your little. Leg, the tree you are staked to; which effects. The little organ in its house until it heaves.
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The Shambling Darkness Project: Canto Perilous
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Thursday, November 12, 2009. Cozy and flexed, my kitchen window. Stretches a new found view, it affects. The whole house, makes snow or heaves. A humid afternoon. In the floorboards. A little water from the storm, a little. Ocean with sea women, sea teeth, mermaids,. Ambience of drowning, particular mermaids. Disperse a toad’s evolution at a cashier’s window,. Movies piecing together a glance at your little. Leg, the tree you are staked to; which effects. The little organ in its house until it heaves.
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The Shambling Darkness Project: You've Come a Long Way, Baby
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Wednesday, August 08, 2012. You've Come a Long Way, Baby. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Palaces, Palaces, Barricades, Barricades, Threats, Threats meet Promises, Promises. Youve Come a Long Way, Baby.
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The Shambling Darkness Project: June 2009
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Wednesday, June 17, 2009. No birth stone in the carport this morning. The weather seal crows like a hen. I think a swing could hang from the beam. Beside the hornets. I’ll foam them. A horseman carrying a stick delivers the mail. Not yet dawn, the red flag lowers. This would be a good time to pray. But the coolant’s low, there’s a grinding. A grey mist follows me like dust. Settling on my heart. There’s really no horse, it’s just. That everyone is still asleep and that would be cool. The air is a pool.
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The Shambling Darkness Project: August 2012
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Monday, August 13, 2012. Wednesday, August 08, 2012. It's not that bad, this reunion tour, divorced, deadbeat. Not having referred to myself as a poet for ten years. This is not a website, it's a distraction, it is a dream, recurrent. Crawled from the swamp and writhing along your morning route. Curled under the wild hibiscus as it blooms white and prefect. The size of a fist, sprung straight from the mud. This is not a swamp, it's the hospital where I work. Trust me, I know what I'm doing.
