My Horror Poems on Twitter

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soppy gravestone mold /
steams in the spring morning sun — /
her name ghosting mist

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“Hark!” he warned. But nobody listened. Well, technically, they heard him — they just didn’t know what “hark” meant. So they died.

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every whisper is a test of death — / it’s your skull that speaks it, / air pushing nothing around its caverns / in empty mockery / of voice

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Phil exited his house. Noticed his shadow on the snowy ground. Hogs on the hillside moaned. Some died. Phil drove to work.

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The hashtag went viral and our eyes began to bleed. The CDC responded — but we could no longer read.

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he shovels snow/ in equidistant piles/ so that the children/ will not make snowmen/ in the cemetery // but the wispy mounds/ still haunt us

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there’s a finger in the pie / at first I thought it pork / but then I saw it pry / the tines upon my fork

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Hendrix whaled on his guitar. Backstage, I cut the groupie in a purple haze. No one heard as the wind cried Mary. @darkfuse

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The Meat Mallet Killer / has been beating / them all since the 80s. / He flips the filthy cassette / in his Walkman: / Stop. / Hammer time.

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every eye peers through / a fairly filmy fluid — / all of us assuming / a different shade of clear / that we cannot see

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you just inhaled / the history of the world // it is always in the air / curdling in your lungs like smoke / after extinguishing the wick

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i collect vampire teeth
leaving tiny blood vials
beneath casket pillows

@darkfuse

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While you sleep / television too dreams / broadcasting infomercials / for all the attentions / you don’t give it.

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“Hah! I’ve got 9 lives!” the slashed tabby yipped at the serial cat killer. The psychalico yawned, tying its tail to 8 others with 8 left.

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Japanese Bonsai tree
quivers in the moonlight —
clutching his pruning shears
@darkfuse

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Young Leatherface / was suspended / for literally bringing / back to school. / So was his counselor. / By meathooks / in his locker.

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i prefer wood to stone coffins / or ornate urns // i wish to be buried inside / another dead thing / that once lived — / just as I was born

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I lay there, skinned, numb, as he began the extraction. Still I joked: “Behind every leatherface…is a bonehead!” @darkfuse

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What do we want?
“The Present Tense!”
When do we want it?
“Um….”

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As I browse sad / sympathy cards / a kid down the aisle / plays with a big clowny birthday greeting / that farts when you open it.

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some snakes / slink and suffocate / in their own shed skin

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the plastic surgeon slaved till dawn / but all the botox in the world / couldn’t iron out the wrinkles / all over his patient’s ugly brain

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first step / up to the knees // second step / hips submerged // third step / my chin is in // next stop still // clotting in the bloodpool

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the fire of woodwitch / kindles magic in the burnt embers / of your crime // your children / will harvest my corn on this soil / and go mad

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cut and peel back the bark / the syrup rust red / sticks to your knife // you tap the trunk / and she groans // you will burn this woodwitch

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the credits end / the curtain closes / the ghost that was the screen / that was the movie / stretches like canvas on a frame / still aglow

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only the head side / of the chopped worm / regenerates // it always remembers / both tail / and blade

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o demon / get thee behind me // keep your tusk / out of my cup / your claw out / of my gravy

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worms in his IV drip / inching down the tubing // sinusoidal veins / wriggle to the wrist // where a suicidal scalpel / awaits

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there is a human head / rolling around in the luggage compartment / knocking underneath you // its ears pop at high altitudes too

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life is a poem
that does not rhyme;
so poems exist
to organize time—
free verse wants to be free
& death has its own poetry

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this flesh is but drapery / over skeletal window frames // peer inside my house / there is a family of spirits / sleeping in shadows inside

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Arnzen died the way he lived. He breathed to death.

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livid, she sets the TV / atop Ray’s corpse / and madly slides / the disc in the drive // he’d never let her / watch her shows / on blu ray.

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‘verbs paper scissors’: paper covers rock/rock smashes scissors/scissors cut paper/cuts paper rocks/rocks cover cuts/smash cuts rock

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delivery drone drops / a 3D printer on my lawn robot’s head // it spits out plastic plant people / who take over / my smart house

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hospital potluck: burgers bare / the burn marks / of defibrillators // & soiled bandages are marshmallowing in the jello salad

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slathered in the blood of its kill / the sated demon spits up bones, / innocuous as a cat / coughing red and white feathers

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after all the zombies died / everyone wondered — / will they be the same / or something far worse / when they come back again?

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around the globe / everybody blinked / at exactly the same time / and the sin snuck in

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Her skunkstreaked hair / stunk like the dead animal too. @JustAfterSunset

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heart of glacé

she hates his candied heart —
his cut crystallized aorta,
his sugary ventricles —
these cups
so bloodless and empty

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Baby names I’d like to see: Wolfpucker. Larva. The Singularity. Condominic. Peezus. Rot. Stretchmarkiemark. Zeppelin. Hauntwell. Craps.

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On , up from the crust of the earth appeared an irregular mole.

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On everyone stopped talking. But only a minority could gesture correctly. By the end of the day, it was all fists.

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On the eastern and western seaboards rose and curled inward, crushing the Midwest in an apocalyptic hug of mud and stone.

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On all the penguins glanced at each other as the tanker approached, sharpened icicles dripping from their fin tips.

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“decanting the spirits”: Your skull is a mask / in a mold / unbroken. // Your voice is a soul / in a flask / poured open.

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deadbird calls you / from the canopy of nightsky / a spirited trill of wind / thrashing feather and foam / behind a ribbed cage of bone

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Deep into that peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing /
Doubting, buying things no mortal ever dared to buy before…

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“bluenose”: seaweed drapes upon the corpse / fished from the drink — / a spinach-colored cocktail dress / decorously covering / her wounds

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I posted a new photo to Facebook fb.me/4vnwY6OPl

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“the vampire smiles”:
her prayer is air, unspoken / the crucifix is broken

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my nerve tree / loses its last leaves / in the windy tremor / of my terror

[inspiration: flic.kr/p/oeVuL4 ]

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forget-me-nots quiver / in the shadow / of her gravestone // black soil stirs / blue petals pale // no leaves left by sunrise

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“carving the waves”: with surfboard of gallow’s wood / & fin of scythe blade / the reaper cuts back / and takes the drop / eager to hang ten

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“the deadetarian”: “i don’t eat meat” / she said, as she opened her fridge / filled with fruiting corpses / “i only eat death”

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Chauncey can’t stay behind the lines / with the fleshy peach crayons / softening in his grip / as he scribbles / the anatomy coloring book

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“The power of Christ compels you!” the exorcist snarled. The demon girl writhed. I couldn’t watch. I stabbed him. @darkfuse

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“dawning” : itchy scalp / the ants crawl out / wet to touch / drippy mulch / twilight darkens / brains brown rotten

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the tongue wonders / what flavors are lurking / beyond the palate

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He steps onto the green, a hundred divots and spikes networked across grey flesh. Teehead grins, “Such fertile ground…” 4 @JasonJackMiller

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The world’s oldest drone ant died today at the age of 22 days. It’s cause of death was the cause of them all: an indifferent shoe sole.

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Request granted, the serial killer wore his three-piece suit to the trial. No one knew it was made from three pieces of the human body.

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with tweezers and glue / the satanic night clerk / plants his chants / inside the guts of the musical cards / backmasking the birthdays

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your shadows also have shadows / that are not you

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“skull flowers”: weird how / all the stems shoot out / from just the eye sockets / and not the wide open mouth

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“Cadence Call of the Cannibal Killers”: We will eat you! / It’s no joke! / Damned if you chew! / Damned if you choke!

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the skeleton inside / dances on its own / tugging the puppet / strings of musculature / in moves not choreographed / by the brain

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My from last night’s event: Shelley got a bear / as a gift for her birthday — / also her deathday

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if you die scowling / in rigor / eventually / eyebrows relax / but lips remain / pursed and plump / puckered purple for a kiss

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vampire trap: curtains of pig blood / wash down the windows / bubbly pink / filtering sunlight / luring the fiend / outside

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in shadows the texture / of a velvet painting / — his figure emerges / in the velour of darkness / his outline speckled in blood

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the display reads ‘page jam’ / sticky with her blood. / bone frags clatter in the tray; / her suicide note / crumples forgotten.

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Some prefer / to puncture the jug — / the musk of blood in hair. / I prefer the tracheal kiss — / the final stream of air.

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careful: / sometimes the wrapping paper / is the gift

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birds of a feather/flock together; / birds of a beak/simply critique; / birds of the blue/follow you; / birds of the black/attack, attack!

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spring has sprung / and I can’t wait to revisit the body / to see the green roots / twisted and curled / inside its nostrils

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Phil crept out on a cold Groundhog Day. The shadow was waiting, as always. “Winter is forever,” it hissed, as Phil retreated into his crypt.

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“I’m the Ghost of Christmas Present!” he hissed from a skeletal jaw. I reeled in terror…then relief. I thought he’d said “presents.”

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the headless horseman / decapitates his night mare / unable to ride

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dead clown: nose withered flat on the concrete / like the rotted rind / of a pink grapefruit / beside a face paler than pale / still smiling

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the children line up / on my Halloween doorstep / and draw out their knives @JustAfterSunset

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he thought ‘masquerade’ / was a juice made of children — / blended in costume @JustAfterSunset

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as mom searches bag / for any harmful candy — / kid unmasks — not hers! @JustAfterSunset

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my costume party / was awkwardly frightening — / all came as Red Death @JustAfterSunset

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steam on the doorstep / where the costumed wicked witch / had cried in the rain @JustAfterSunset

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Halloween fast food / dressing up my arteries / in a plaque costume @JustAfterSunset

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Edgar Allan Poe / was pecked to death by ravens / (and opium too) @JustAfterSunset

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kid drops candy corn / like seed on the graveyard soil — / a mouth emerges @JustAfterSunset

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for their whiteface grins / and their mute mocking of death / I must reap the clowns @JustAfterSunset

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Halloween selfie! / Smiles gleam through costume mouth slits — / but Jimmy’s drips blood @JustAfterSunset

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the neighborhood sleeps / but I refuse to join them — / my doorbell still rings @JustAfterSunset

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smashing old pumpkins / hundreds of seeds spray asphalt — / but twenty are teeth @JustAfterSunset

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Serial killer / waits in Van Helsing costume / to greet vampire kids @JustAfterSunset

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razor-blade candy / is extra tasty when licked / after it’s been chewed @JustAfterSunset

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My costume tonight / is the skin of a large man / dressed as leatherface. @JustAfterSunset

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The toothless vampire suckles worse.

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“Brain Freeze”: It is hard to tell / if the clumps on your tongue / are flecks of ice or frozen bone / when slurping a Cerebellum Smoothie

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“Baby Van Helsing”: fang tips / clattering in the garlic jar — / he rattles at the moon @sfpoetry facebook.com/gorelets/posts…

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Hell serves the best blackened swordfish.

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Firefly touches down. / Green pulse illuminates the sphere / of a corpse’s eye. / It blinks out. / Death smolders yellow with after glow.

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One must be wedded / to one’s own vulgarity; / so embrace the Other within / and meet me at the alterity.

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“I am NOT a hoarder,” the man pleaded as he was led out into sunlight. “This installation is my magnum opus…I call it, ‘The Smell.’”

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He shouted: “All over but the — !”

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“Cell 2029”: “And my phone privileges?” The guard grins and hands a mobile through the bars. “You have the right to one tweet a day…”

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she chews through her words / as though her teeth could smash / the very atoms / of my name — / I see myself / fractured in her spittle

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beneath the water / some dead awaken / and flail slow / like ocean flora / held fast to the coral / of their concrete shoes

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“flural”: whine and wheeze / cough and sneeze / let fly the florets of phlegm / you dandelion of disease

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“e-TBR”: unread, archived, / these ancient ebook titles / are but frosty tank labels / in a cryogenic stasis chamber / for dead thoughts

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He covered himself at the nude beach, trying to understand why everyone else was dressed, till he got it: there was no sand underfoot.

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“All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth,” the soot-soiled man in a Santa suit said, “to sink into your neck!”

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POEM: “My Cat Creatures” by @MikeArnzen flic.kr/p/i1wjXY

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Happy Thanksgiving POEM: “Celebrate the Night” by @MikeArnzen flic.kr/p/hUo5Ap

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trick or treat / smell my feet / lopped off from the walking meat

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“a vow”: before they turned / the lovers agreed to one last kiss / and never to swallow / and then in turn / chewed off the other’s tongue

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“Hallowmean”: I carve my pumpkins / while they still breathe / on the vine. is for

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I am not monster. / I am simply surviving — / much better than you.

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i love it when they / scream in perfect harmony — / tuned by their terror

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“The cops?” He paused and whittled air, anticipating murder to come. “Let’s give them something to chalk about.” His lover smiled.

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Skin is not quite dust — / not quite yet. Dumb dirt / does not always show its roots / the way skin allows us / its veiny undergrowth.

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the dreadful tang / of patent leather and sawdust — / more horrifying, more cold, / this new coffin, / than one housing the dead

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@bizarroguy @RDSPress @JustAfterSunset @dlepsch
in : the meter changes / when counting the syllables / with martian fingers

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“snare”: only other killers recognize / the peculiar resonance / that drumsticks of bone make / when beating against / their owner’s skins

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Photo: Cards in flight / during the shuffle — / transparent as ghosts. necrosion: Photographer: Kiyo…tmblr.co/ZgGSZrqYhAuB0

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“High on Death”: he hurries to the rooftop / and huffs the fumes / curdling darkly / from the dirty smokestack / of the crematorium

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“gravity”: blood always meets the ground / before it greets the body / as if it could cushion the fall

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How could you have predicted that the choose-your-own-adventure novel was but one long suicide note? You had no choice but to end it.

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“robot petting”: beneath the fabric / its metal hand bends / fingers deliberately parallel / a rake of static / under strangelove’s glove

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“dolled up”: porcelain features / decay’s cosmetics of blue — / death’s been good to you #14

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“Slay Ball”: Every body / is a field of screams — / if you killed it / they will crumb. [ For @RealCliveBarker & Day 8 ]

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he gazed into the black / but the abyss did not gaze back / for the abyss was blind / infinitude, lack

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“The cheerleader levels the Daisy rifle at my eye. ‘Be…aggressive,’ she chants quietly, almost to herself. ‘Be be aggressive.’”

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“Gourmet”: He prefers ceramic blades / relishing the gritty whisper / of their sterile friction / against the bones beneath.

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“Vampire Gums”: he looked down with strange relief and terror — / a loose tooth left behind / weirdly twitching / still gnawing in her neck

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For @Tweet_Shrieks : “snuffing the oily wick / the Ripper tips his jar / and refills the bulbous lamp / with the blood of the enlightened”

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“Insomniac Arsonist”: oblivious to the chill / they snore / as he punches up the thermostat / like a baker at his oven / before heading out

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squirm / glisten moist / gleaming in night goo.gl/CW0jz

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I had the story in me. I scratched. Blood wet under my nails. I kept scratching. I saw Words! Deeper. Bone etchings.

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in a secret bunker / a man with shaking fingers / harvests the stem cells / from the glowing placenta / of a premature baby / new year

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A politician farted during the heated debate about global warming…and with that one final emission, the ozone collapsed.

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Caught between boardwalk planks, the upturned Sandbot’s track rotates rusty. Kids treadmill on its dying feet.

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“afloat”: we are pulsing like sonar / with limited range / pinging reality / missing the treasures / of the lower depth

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“Croak Nut”: An acorn pachinkos down branches — / jackpots into skull hole with a dull dry thud. / It takes a life / time to play again.

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facial nerves — / the brain’s tentacles — / so compulsively attracted / to sensing the world / through the gnashing of teeth

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the disturbingly large / collection of swallowed objects / is orderly kept in drawers / that swallow them too

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Billowing uterus / arranged above the double-headed baby / — cord tethered / to a common thought balloon

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tumors manifest / where eyes neglect / and assert a purer beauty

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heads of the miscarried triplets / bob gently beside each other / in the jar / tiny mouths / whispering secret plans

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The Vienna Eye Phantom / gazes / through razored sockets / still holding the ghost of a hundred / surgical practice / cow eyes

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the surgeon’s books / are bound in human skin / to make the opening of it / more familiar, / the carnality of it / more pensive

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on the eyelashes of corpses / death applies / a lovely black / mascara

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vertical sections of face / nowhere to meet the eyes

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among all the bodies and bones / in this open ossuary / it’s the empty jars / and the broken boxes / that most make you wonder

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the wax model / cranes his head back to unveil / lymphatics of the neck / — if his eyes were open / you’d think he had gills

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rats dangle from strings tied to their paws / to display their hollowed excavatum / like they’re clawing their way out of jars

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in the torso study / a spine fans nerves behind its ribcage — / as archaic as a fossil — / a human trilobite

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Human horns are the saddest. / They droop and dangle and disappoint, / lacking all the sharpened power / of demonic tumescence.

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for those who shape deformity / and disease / in wax / the ‘normal’ part of the face / is the hardest part / to craft

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multiple belly buttons — / suggesting simultaneous mothers

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we forgive the dead their dignified nudity — / the mummies in their tattered rags / merely mock the foolishness of fashion

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so many bodies / rigged up and posed in rigor. / So pliably we curl / between the cruel fingers of god and gravity.

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while jotting delicate / black notes on bones / the scientist chuckles darkly / at the label that reads / ‘permanent’ marker

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on the bottom shelf / of the fetus displays / one empty jar seeps / like tears — / the seal is broken gorelets.com/blog/arnzen-ne…

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so many skulls / lined up like soldiers / in bone white helmets / yet one is tilted back / chin raised in abstract defiance

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we bend at the spine / peering through glass / more fragile than bone / aware that our eyes / are the only thing dying

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some skeletons sadistically smile / apparently taunting / the other skeletons / contorted forever / nearby

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Throughout day I will tweet new poems inspired by my recent trip to @MutterMuseum with hashtag

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@RDSPress @MikeMehalek “Life of the Party” Years later / I tap the barrel full of monkeys / and pour a happy glass / of fragrant ape blood.

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“Nightmare Heat”: I kick at the sheets / pedaling the fabric / furious / till the cool air finally / caresses my legs / shorn of their skin

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“Terrornade”: She sings a song / to slit his throat to — / cutting only on the chorus. / He is still awake, / still alive / on the refrain.

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“The Vintage of Skin”: Our body’s a bottle / of blood, just like wine, / but flesh is all cork / and could pop any time.

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“impressionist”: she paints the head of her hammer red / and smashes skulls / to leave her mark / on bone / after the blood has washed away

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“Networked Paranoiac”: Pay no heed / to the stats: / Likes and friends, / they lie! / You know / everyone here / is already / following you.

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“Luke, Warm”: she drops his frozen bloodcubes / into a tumbler of vodka / smiling at the bone-sharp crackle / of his rocks in her glass

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she felt the ornate urn / above the fireplace / was a fitting resting place / given that she’d brained him / with his god-forsaken / ashtray

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hearts never melt — / they just shrink and quiver. / so place a chocolate kiss / in each ventricle / before frying / your valentine gift.

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the geyser of blood / lasts only a moment / disappointing the Oil Baron Killer — / but fueling him anyway / for the next drilling

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@JustAfterSunset Turn off the nightmares / throw the electrical switch / wired to my skull cap. [haiku chain: repeat last line and continue]

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little more / than a giant pin / the awl / is such a boring tool / until you realize / how literal / how profound / poised above / a skull

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Yellow is brighter / in the writhing rot between / dead blackbird wings.

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“reincarnetworked”: she retweets dead celebrities / each post a possibility / each repeat a resurrection / a refusal of / twitter mortis

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The coroner sneers — / perfume forever tainted / by oil of dead flesh.

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he recalls it while / chewing her noggin nougat — / the way they once kissed

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“never a new year,” / the vampire says to the throat / “always a baby” !

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Before he disappeared he felt his shadow tug then tear away from his feet./ It’s in his room somewhere./ He crawls — searching, invisible.

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cranial fluid / is for him a dipping sauce — / a cappetizer

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remove the thermos / and you can squeeze a whole brain / inside the lunchbox

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whirling in wind / the leaves above their pile / dance in a vortex of brown and red / and soon assemble arms / rustling / reaching for rakes

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Left brain and right brain / go their separate ways, when sucked / through the eye sockets. Goodnight and Happy Halloween!

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An undead gourmet / fashions the brains on their stems / into lollipops.

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Milk means nothing now / to infants who crawl, undead — / seeking brain puree.

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Bloated zombie ticks. / Their heads get under your skin. / Shoot them anyway!

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No history here. / All the dead alive at once — / eating memories.

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They do not like brains. / They just want to eat something. / That understands them.

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How do they know that / comatose brains taste the best? / Something awakens.

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Crazy cat lady / isn’t sure which of her hoard / is dead or alive.

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Intestinal tract / knots around his mandible. / He tugs — both untie.

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The very last brain / was swallowed without fanfare — / thus, terror ended.

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The undead toddler / chews on a Kewpie doll’s head / like she’s still teething.

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The crippled undead / are the saddest ones to shoot — / no misery left.

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Camp near the vultures. / They cry and swoop at dead meat: / a zombie alarm.

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It’s zombie mother / who attacks the nice lady / in the shower stall.

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Wait by the gravestones — / easier to pick them off / when their heads surface.

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Aim for the head, but / try not to look in their eyes — / might still be human.

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Deep in the ocean / blue whales groan for brain tissue — / opera of the dead.

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eyes transfixed on me / grim features so determined — / spiders in his beard

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In the library / even the Survival Guide / is blood-stained, unread.

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it’s not ironic / when the undead bangs your head / against the headboard

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head soft as grapefruit — / a tiny hand clutches out / between the crib rails

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I deploy decoys / and take aim when they choke on / the taxidermy.

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The stiffness of death / crackles worst in the jawline / — so close to deaf ears.

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trashcans at the curb / the lids like dining tray domes — / mother’s in the bags

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The Devil at Group Therapy: “Ola! I’m Satie / and I’m a mother of three / adorable little / whipper-snappers / aged six / six / and six.”

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The scariest clown / is the one / draped dead over the steering wheel / still honking its horn / after everyone / has left the clown car.

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He winced when yanking off the bandage./ Smiled, surprised that the bite wound had healed./ Screamed when the bandage quivered in his hand.

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at the carnival / the man with the oxygen tank / sits on the bench / by the coaster / closing his eyes / smiling at the swelling of screams

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From my bench I watched / a chub-cheeked squirrel / nuzzle inside the hole in his tree / and the leaves quivered / as if he’d just fed it.

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as the auditor / bends over my forms / unsure of my math / I clutch a knife in each hand / and remind him / of the only two things certain

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“Wrap”: They found the tenth head / wrapped up tight / in rumply tin foil. / No clear clues / except for the man’s name. / Another Reynold.

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Girl Names from the Demon Baby Dictionary: Oblivia. Grueliette. Clawra. Regretta. Scarla. Killda. Retchen. Lucivere. Peryl. Sinona. Flamey.

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she was found dead in the sewer - / coffee spoon still in her bony hand - / just yards beyond / the tunnel she’d chiseled / from her kitchen

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“Deady-O”: with black turtleneck / and beret askew / the zombie beatnik / snaps his fingers / quite literally

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: the clover’s four leaves / fold inward and pucker up — / an Irish Fly Trap

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The books began/ their takeover/ in the children’s section:/ smiles of crinkling cardboard/ shelves of hardbound teeth.

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@wwnorton uncanny poem from touchwords app!: “Retreat backwards / diamond incarnate / clouded / bursting” http://bit.ly/eVEJa1

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Goth / she once said / was her lifestyle choice. / I remember this / at her viewing / but she just looks / like all the rest / of the dead.

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zombie fist breaks earth / snow-covered boot slips his grasp — / ice fishing for brains

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Assembly line / quality inspector / is run over / in the parking lot / of the car factory. / His last words: / fail.

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“pirouette”: on the closet floor / her child’s / pink satin / ballet slippers / lie still — / toes caked / wet with grave / yard soil

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Who knew the sun / was but a big / bowling ball / traveling / so slowly / we orbited it like pins / on its way / to the gutter.

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i saw a child / building a snowman / only to start stabbing it / in the gut / so hard with his bare fist / it left blood for buttons

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Weight Watcher: Woman at diner / taps keys to add up / the calories… / and sighs. / I see her fume / then smile / and eat the calculator.

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“palms read”: the suicide marvels / at the way blood channels / off his palms / as if made to spill just so. / ironic, the name / life lines

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“Weaponized Common Ailments”: Destroiter, Mortigo, Hauntis, Doomatism, Glandruff and H&R Pox.

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“Snapped”: the branch broke/ but it still was sturdy enough/ to drag the horse thief’s noose/ between two ponies/ smiling in their bridle.

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winter looms above / snow blankets the graveyard earth / it’s colder down here

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: His gray hand / swiped my shoulder / and came right off / at the wrist. / I escaped / but that shade of gray / stays with me.

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“Virgin Snow”: the executioner / admires the fresh powder: / a white sheet inviting / the bright red spread of stain. / no two alike.

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“Doorbusters”: Desperate,/ the mortuary ran/ an amazing special/ at dawn on Black Friday./ They didn’t expect/ the coffin lids to bust open.

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“Thanksgiving Ritual”: Mom loves to baste the human / in cardamom, cloves and cumin.

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though long dead / departed firemen / still awaken to the air horns / and head to the House / spirits collecting downtown / aimless as smoke

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“The Morbid Custodian”: cleaning the coffins / he contemplates how much dust / is really to dust

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“In the Coffin”: near dusk he awakens / but his limbs throb / numb with sleep / and he wonders: / What have the worms done / this time?

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a vortex of snow / spirals in dance / above a frozen body / happy to have escaped / the bitter chill — / happier still / to have become it

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“winter morning at the crime scene”: hot iron fizzles / the radiator hisses / blood drops boil and spit

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: We all still hunger — / even without tongues or throats — / we must feed the void

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More : “Undead at the Desk”: dead man resurrects — / fingers twitch on his keyboard / retweeting this post

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I load my pistol. / Dad tells me “Aim for the head!” / But his chin will do.

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for @MecumHaiku: birthday party hats / spilling brains onto the floor — / look like ice cream cones

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Halloween: he does not don his mask / but puts it over the face / of each victim / so he can butcher / the same person / again and again

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“Behind the Ice Cream Shop”: fangs puncture / child’s throat / and he winces — / the esophagus / is still cold / from the sherbet.

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Crack open the oyster: / a pearl gleams wet / on a human ear inside / and the sharp edge of the shell / curves smug like its smiling

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In the Carpathian mountains / there is a blind vampire / tusked and feral / who snorts the rocks below the cliffs / seeking fallen men.

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“gridlocked”: somewhere deep in the junkyard / a muffled horn honks / as if the other cars / could get out / of my captive’s way

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the players need / extra tape for the wrists / after coach takes steps / to end the handling fouls / with his hacksaw

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he eats with closed eyes / each bite a surprise / every swallow sacred / carefree chewing / in quiet communion / with the god of worms

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a manikin arm / is pinched by the packing blade / and jumbles in the rubbish / as the operator considers / the kids who tagged his truck

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It is possible / to drown in a torrent / of your very own blood / by cutting an artery / behind your sinus / but you’ll sneeze trying.

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“Carrie Aged, Returns”: she hit ENTER / recalling the tang of correction / the stain of ribbon / the crinkle of paper / the sticking of keys

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The taxidermist / whispers an apology / into its hidden ear / before up-ending the peacock / and feather-dusting / his shopfront.

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he remembered reading / somewhere once / that the brain lives on / a few seconds / after decapitation / and then / it all / went / black

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“pruning”: a vine lashes the gardener’s wrist / and she drops her sheers / in fresh-turned soil / as roots finger and fumble / the handles

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“deja food”: hot blood / goes unswallowed / as she frowns / down at his neck. / the flavor’s familiar. / she’s bit here before.

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“goodbye trace”: the last thing she sees / is him cleaning / his knife of her / wiping away his sin / erasing her message / her mystery

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The killer pauses while painting / the walls with her blood / struggling to stirstick / the congealing remainder / clotting in the can

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The spitting black husk / quivers in the sauce / on the stove top. / It has too much hair / to be Eggplant Parmesan.

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“Roadside Awakening”: halogen red / shatters an aura cast / through the stained glass twinkle / and rusty glaze / of my smeared blood

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Shy-ku: I’m not a poet. / Please don’t count my syllables / Forget I wrote this.

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“Lobes Light”: zombies drink home brew / straight from the slippery tap / of esophagus

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“The Nature of My Game”: I core my apple / recalling Adam and Eve / and replant the seed. @baffled

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Shower Scene: Mother Tugs the Curtain: ♫! ♫! ♫! ♫! / ♫! ♫! ♫! ♫! / ♫! ♫! ♫! ♫! /\~/\♦/~~\/\♦/\~♦/\/\♦/.…………<*>

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Calendar is burning / paper crisps and flutters / into blackened / Sept embers.

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: dastardly cats / sipping her liver: / fickle but capable / undertakers

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: “The Final Buzz”: bees eat penguins / on cool mountains / above psychotic oceans / of hot water

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insane gods / inadvertently shocked / fall over the edge / and angels follow / in an avalanche of wings

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: @Weebeasty @ShockTroops battle @BloodJunky @clownz / a @Hellstorm of rubber bullets and bitty brains / @Gorify the @ZombieMall

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: @horrorbound in the @Hellstorm / @LostZombies @Overlook the edge / of the @uncannyvalley / and spot the @lastsurvivor

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: I open the @Boxofshadows and @itsmyruin / @StrangeMagic_ illuminates the @darkside_of_man / blinding @strangehorizons inside me.

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You created a poem: A skinned pinata / swings smashed / dangling red twizzlers / from its husk.

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“While Brushing”: in the morning mirror / an insect worms out from the bush / of your right eyebrow / you grin and leave it / work to do

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riding the coaster / zombies await down below / I throw up my arms

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Selected poems from
The Nest appear in:

cover for The Gorelets Omnibus by Michael Arnzen