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Me ineptum. Interdum modo elabitur.

Posted in poems with tags , , , , on March 3, 2013 by Phillip Barker

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at the edge of night
the usual warnings apply
“out there be dragons”

once again charge,
Quixote like, into the dark
all warnings unheeded

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contemplating line
the irresistable attraction
of lost and broken things

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china white
dragon uncurls gracefully
above the ivory bowl

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Vision’s grim allure
deep black water in my cup
dreams, three a penny
warmth in my hands
slowly spreading

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Chinese white dragon
Soft floating dreams, a few per gram
Tonight’s chase begins
Fire in the attic? Who cares?
Hours pass, nights blend into years

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spider on the spike
neurotic narcotic night
blood on the pillow

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From the next tiny room
A waft of opium, a sigh
A tear, frantic reverie
A nightmare’s ceasing
Slide into glorious slumber

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reminds me of death
once-upon-a-time lover
when she calls, I go

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Mapping the bruises
Deep, somewhere behind her eyes
I decide not to call
Tonight, as the chill descends
Take up the bottle again

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spilled shot glass staining the table
ink stained fingers pick out a blues

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these tiny monsters
crawling, shallow, beneath my skin
hot, slow night draws out

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Soft breeze, music drifts
Up and down the midnight streets
Blue wisp of memory

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I know when to run
when to burn the evidence
often eludes me.

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