Category Archives: Dark

Writing Update

I’m working on editing a play I wrote some years ago based and inspired by Alice in Wonderland. A theatre friend of mine loved it, so, I guess that I’ll get it edited, possibly published, and maybe offer it for free in a pdf format to college students for their thesis plays. Maybe. What do you guys think?


Duskhouse Player

My second book of poetry, Duskhouse Player, has been published through Amazon.

 

 

 

Life is a series of random events laid out by Fate. Poetry is the paintings of her face. Duskhouse Player takes the random parts of life and pulls them out of a hat to give you a different experience in poetry. Its joyful and sorrowful.

 

Purchase the Kindle edition here, and the paperback edition here.

 

 

 


End

The books pile high
and the military
becomes the police force.
Torches in every man’s hand.
I hide, watching.

Skyscrapers once reached
to the heaven.
Now, they are crumbled.
Pictures, not withstanding,
no one remembers.

With no choice, but survival
they turn to him,
the man with the torch,
setting the books on fire.
I watched.


Untitled

I wish there

had been a physical

slap across my face

 

Don’t talk to your Nana

that way! She’s not a dog.

 

Then what am I?

 

A physical pain

assaults me when the shout

comes without warning.

 

If you break that dryer,

you’ll be sorry.

 

I already wished

I wasn’t born.

 


After Jason Todd

Nice family.

Fixin’ a pie.

All Mistah J

 

and I wanted.

B-man ruined it.

Puddin’s dead.

 

I had to run

for it, escaping

the flames.

 

Lived in hiding,

keeping away

from B-man,

 

had a girl

in a pretty

pink crib.

 

She grew up,

gave me granddaughters,

the Dee Dees.

 

Troubling duo,

twins in the fights,

always in jail.

 


Romantic Origin

You laughed

as we drove 

away. I busted

you out, Puddin’.

I busted you out.

 

You threw me out

our door, green hair

a brandished weapon.

I had to prove myself,

make you laugh.

 

I remember

seeing you the first

time. Grin

menacing. A rose

in my office. A note.

 

I caught him,

Mistah J.

He hung upside

down. Piranhas.

You didn’t appreciate

it. I fell from the window.

 

Puddin’ you made

me laugh. Arkham

had been my choice,

not yours, Love.

And you made me laugh.


Sections of a Former Psychiatrist’s Diary

Black lipstick

Red and Black

The babies snap

at the bone,

fighting over it.

Puddin’ planning.

 

Stupid B-Man

hurting Mistah J.

The hat never

comes off

blond hair.

 

Kicked out again

staying at Red’s.

Her plants terrify

me. B-Man

can’t stop us.

 

I missed my puddin’

Missed how rough

he pulled my hair.

The smacks when

I grab the wrong gun.

 

My puddin’s frustrated

Not even revving

me up helps his mood.

I hate B-Man

so do my babies.


Number 12/13

Daddy, I want new dolls.

I say. My home doll

collection is lacking.

 

No.

 

Dominatus gave me one.

He loves me.

 

He told me so.

 

He gave his adsero two.

I love them.

Thank you, Master.

 

They’re twins.

Long, blond hair

and silver eyes.

 

They’re beautiful.

These girls are frightened.

 

One pants.

 

I start the drip.

 

Don’t forget to wear

your scrubs.

Yes, Dominatus.

 

I wear them.

I don’t like it.

 

I dress one

like a Geisha,

her hair up

in intricate knots.

 

The obi‘s tied

in a knot of prostitution.

 

I like the other

one more. She’s

a fashionista.

 

I pose them together

and I take their picture.

 

My lovely twins.

 

Its time to throw

your bride away.


Making Love

Dominatus‘ new one

is done already.

She looks beautiful.

 

From the fifties,

my love.

 

I watch him work.

He goes over to his old one.

I watch him take

 

out his scalpel.

He slid it over the skin

of her throat seductively.

 

He was having sex

with her, using

his scalpel.

 

I love you,

my darling April.

You are my showers.

 

His voice was melodic.

The scalpel penetrated

her epidermis and slashed.

 

She now wore a red dress.


Bride

He’s giving me

My own one.

My own doll

To dress up.

Waiting is overrated.

 

When I went in

A girl in the nude

Waited for me.

Her hair was long

And red, bright.

 

Her waist was thin,

Like a Barbie’s. Perfect

Breasts. Pouty lips.

I caressed her long,

Luxious legs.

 

I’ll use you for my first.

I stared down at her

Frightened face.

Dominatus approached me.

She’s your first, so she’s your

Bride.