I never got into monsters

I’ve never got into monsters, spooks, and the likes
Life is hard enough without inventing such things.
Like being shot at over Korea, or the screeching tires
of your oldest sons’ last moments, the curses and screaming
rage of your father…these are monstrous enough

For this old man.

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I never got into monsters

I never got into monsters, spooks, and the likes. Life is full enough of such things to live with the phantom fears of fictions. Shadows of trees, the screeching of tires, maledictions of screaming rage. Anxious regret and their slow plodding uncertainty.

No I have no need for monsters, spooks, and the likes—what I have seen is much worse. What I have seen is scarier, and real.

I’ve never got into monster, and I don’t understand why people would, life being intrinsic with fear, and rage, and uncertainty.

But if that’s what does it for you than I hold no drudge. I just don’t see the allure—I never got into monsters, spooks, and the likes.

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Me? I’m Jus Dancin.

She was quick with me twice,
And dismissive twice.
And so utterly confused, uncertain, and befuddled once
That all I could think to do was
Walk away…

Me? I’m jus dancin.

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The View from the Alley

. These here are uncommon waters these here are things never encountered. These here are a sit of circumstances never encountered and never planned for. Here there be dragons and monsters and things unplanned and unanticipated. These here be crisis and discontent and blind stumbling down an ugly destructive path. These here be cold hearts. These here be mild interest and, again, self destruction. Hopes gone with the last beer with the last shot. These here be callous inconsideration and misguided dreams. Here be self-interest and unknowing hatred. Unknowing ill-regard. Unknowing non-friends but mostly blind disregard made manifest by the last clutching for meaning. Here there be the you that hurt me. Deliberately. Coldly. Menacing. In blurs. In quick cuts and mostly in ignorance. And delightful callous egocentric blasphemy and cold. The cold that cuts like paper and burns just as readily. Unseen by you, but felt by me, Here there be dragons.

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The Storm

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UPDATE: Thursday, July 5, 2012 8:49:33 AM. I just noticed that this poem was marked private, I guess from the beginning, I have no idea why—maybe because it sucks. I’m opening it up to the public now, and perhaps I’ll fix it sometimes.

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There is a storm gathering behind me
wanting to surround and envelop me
billowing dark clouds sneak up waiting
for their chance to explode
lightning strikes burst from the edges
the glowing buzz a warning—
a rattle snake about to strike

my chest clenches around cold agitation
threatening to take my words
I need to scream or I’ll loose my voice
and go unnoticed and unrecognized forever

my thighs tighten and burn
urging a quick getaway from
the now monstrous storm front

that cuts off my escape route
I turn and turn again but the agile
clouds envelop me
I spin in a mad twirl
looking for a break in the clouds
a frenzied search for silence

the storm solidifies, becoming a concrete cell
I pound at the walls and tear at the cracks
but it closes in

my voice echos in isolation
my body tense and my throat burns
as my words are ripped away

I burn alone voiceless in the void

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