Slumber, 
that happening at night,
take hold the sheets, 
pull over me,
capture my dreams, 
breathe my breath 
in gentle streams of heart beats. 

The witching hour is nigh,
no stars, 
no flares of light,
opaque the purple sky,
as if the dawn were swallowed up for good,
would never show its face again,
becoming black oblivion. 

As I, one human being being, 
soon shall die. 

I sit atop the Frozen Throne
The Light of the World grows dim.
As foretold on the primeval stone
The dark crept in, with barely a whim.

The frosted air dances at my feet
My ambitions burn
welding me to the Throne
The Earth murmurs
crumbling as I stare at the unending night

I hear the World's last beat
The skies churn
breathing a thunderous moan
Souls tremor
searing in brimstone, no end in sight

room and stockings
traffic lights cast judgement
through
greasy panes
as they dance
silhouettes of indifference

unknown breath
expensive strokes
upon cold skin

time spins slowly
as the hungry belly awaits
coup de grace

puny life
looted

rations scraps
the feast
of burlesque nights
swathed in deaden sweat

unwashable repent
upon tarnished opulence

thoughts swim
as body awaits its fee
cast upon the table

I bow to thee

Our Featured Poem Tonight is ..... Edgar Allan Poe

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That smile
that penetrates the senses,
inflames the mind,
is seen behind the face, in mirrored thoughts,
a mirage in the sky or on the lake,
within the sound
of a singing bird,
it's message is of joy,
of sheer abandon,
when all the trappings of the chores of day,
repeated like a dirge,
take wings
and catch a cacophony of feelings and sensations,
lying latent in each man,
awakened to the paradise
of freedom of expression,
an impression of a hand upon the sensitive disguise,

The setting moon supplies the light
along the path down to the pond
while in the east the sky turns bright.
Jeans brush against a wet fern's frond.
Tree frogs bid adieu to dying night.

Boots clomping on the old wood dock
quickly silence peepers' song.
The time approaches dawn o'clock.
Fading moonshadows are growing long.
Cattail awaits a breeze on its thin stalk.

I pass, like the
Autumn breeze rustling the leaves
Lips brush you your cheek, like
the kiss of the Spring Sun

Unseen
Faint, a moonlit shadow.
Unknown
Dark, an ashened abyss.

Your heartbeat echoes
in the dark of mine
My touch whispers
snaking around your skin

A ghost in your thought
My eyes a glimpse in yours

Lips,
Breath shared
A heart seen...

NGJ 2013/06/24

slender ruins
and bitter whisps
beneath the wind whipped
ghosts

the pure folded heart
of magic
lays sleeping
as a heart

tender beat
to forgotten
sparks

DISTANT DRUMS

Still is the air I breathe
distant the sounds I hear
silent the whispers of memory.
Nothing left for me
to hold onto.

The day is sharp and cutting
the night the womb that holds me
sleep a momentary release
from the pain that binds me

I languish in this desert of one
and I run
to a time no longer.
like water
spilling through my fingers

What the hell, let's jive and chase the blues away.:
Leap Frog by Les Brown & Orchestra on 1945 Columbia 78 ...

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Tablets for pain
side dish of vitamins
Washed down with decaf

Rice Krispies upon arising
The furnace isn’t working well
the exhaust is blocked with waste

Near drowning with water
suffocated with medicinal fumes
lassitude rides toward the setting sun

Feeding time, feeling better
Crazy scenarios in little red tubes
Head full of jelly beans dispensed by T.V.

Asleep at the wheel
no one is driving at all
Hands not steering, head in the lap