posted on April 19, 2011 at 7:44 pm

crank hall

the waning moon sinks into my little poem here

gloria warm nocturne

the street is decorated like a play

all the troupes of actors jostle through the emptiness

the tents fluttering pennants heralding the crests of dragon and beast

the mountains around decked in flower and bloom

magnificent cloud flies like a slow arrow piercing the skies reality

the drum of yesterday still faint on the horizon

with everso sleepy eyes i regard oncoming darkening days

but tonight my cocoon holds me numbish warm

a light comes on

a door opens in a house

somebody stands there

my mind is pleasantly blank

except for this blurb which oozes out of my thoughts

this one broken thread derailed train of thought

i dont like the moving shadow says scarlet the human creature

outside the air has gone balmy

some bird still sings in the background

the purple glow of someones tv somewhere

a car drives off

a silvery blur on a quiet street

oh my quickening brain hastens for a feed

in the central block of darkness

yes……. a shadow moves …….

oh those white frangipanis their perfume rides the zephyr astride

my mind shivers in its box

everyone inside i hear a voice say in my heartless heart

its just an echo from a dawn

its just a dash down a wire

i shake my head

what was that?

the human creature laughs

i told you already! she says in a gurgling voice


i dont ask again




16 Responses to “envelope”

  1. avatar
    eekie | 19 April 2011 at 8:42 pm #

    “i dont ask again”

    Almost certainly a very wise decision. I suspect Scarlet, the human creature (whether real or fictional), does not suffer fools gladly! lol

    ah…I can almost smell the frangipanis. Most likely commonplace to you, but quite exotic to me.

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      hellbound heart | 20 April 2011 at 9:20 am #

      eekie, I have frangipanis in my back yard and I love their perfume……

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    Anonymous | 19 April 2011 at 9:43 pm #

    I expect more from you

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      thetimebeing | 20 April 2011 at 9:31 am #

      yes i know you do

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        BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 20 April 2011 at 10:35 am #

        If ass-noneven-amouse continues to respond in this ignorant fashion, and lately, its been more often than usual…why do you give them the ‘press’ that they crave. I recall you imploring many of us to give this garbage no mind, though you have been responding to the nonsense more often than ever before. You sit…with guilded power in front of our universe with your keyboard lit up from the energy you emit, so why do you not just delete their crap. Give them nothing, you weild the sword- but allow others to throw rocks at you from afar. Crush them at their source. Give them no mind. You are so much a bigger force than some petty insults and stupidity that passes the filter.

        Just wondering…

        Darrin K.

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    Cocoamo | 19 April 2011 at 9:50 pm #

    Wow. Really, really, really gorgeous!

    Your friend in Pennsylvania
    (Now in Cocoa Beach)

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    Donna | 19 April 2011 at 9:52 pm #

    this one broken thread derailed train of thought… I can relate!

    How’s the Woofle doing these days? And the Doodles? Love to you all,


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    Heather daydream | 19 April 2011 at 11:15 pm #

    this post is eerie and very slow motion…this one will sink into memory and stay there

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    david | 20 April 2011 at 3:20 am #

    weird world is the envelope im dealing with.. theres too much past in these tools of the future ….sometimes cant tell day- night..month …year…lifetime , all blurred together and instant …years ago drip into just yesterday..images …memory..all on full tilt lately…too too much ..japan almost broke me in half …my past is stuck to my shoe …hold on tight , everybody…

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    Tanya | 20 April 2011 at 6:15 am #

    How about slow arrows piercing our realities rendering us numbish warm. In that state, I very well could fly away on a cloud (of Frangipanis) but only on the condition that my mind is blank & I get to take the cocoon along with me. Oh, if only…

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    . | 20 April 2011 at 6:33 am #

    a bedroom door in a basement apartment
    somewhere between the afternoon and milky night
    the shadowy silhouette of a figure passed
    visits and stands afloat at the foot of his bed
    speaking and comforting wisdom to an only son
    “where’s mom?” the quiet hesitantly asks
    his tangent telepathy difficult to comprehend
    a thousand other thoughts fighting to manifest at once
    “we’re going away for a long time,” he added
    “where to?” the son could only imagine
    a certain sadness and loneliness lurking about
    “you know i almost didn’t survive the surgery, can i come with you?”
    “no, not until your time…” the father said, fading away
    it was real as this conversation is, he told me as we sat
    eating our morning biscuits, contemplating our coffee
    goosebumps beginning to manifest on his forearms
    electricity whispers around us, warm silence ensues

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    Bella Donna | 20 April 2011 at 8:24 am #

    man you’re a copycat
    doesn’t anyone here realise that a good deal of your ‘stuff’ is based off monkey see monkey do?
    . . .
    no-brainer dressed up as coruscation

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    hellbound heart | 20 April 2011 at 9:22 am #

    this one had a sense of timelessness……very nice indeed….
    love always……

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    Once | 20 April 2011 at 11:17 am #

    The birds chirp as if nothing is damaged,
    Low, high…woof, tweet
    Neighbors pass by, cellphones to their ears
    Oh, yeah, they got important stuff to say
    My cats dangle from the balcony, and watch it all
    And I wish I could see it like they do.
    Cuz it’s nothing.

    Weird hoots of owls,
    And the drone of motorcycles showing off,
    I’d never date a guy with a bike, wankers, all of them
    I’d rather date an owl.
    Think of it though, you could see everything around you at all times.
    And you could fly away when warranted.

    And carry your prey.

  12. avatar
    Dutchpierre | 21 April 2011 at 6:38 pm #

    Who is that incessant anonymous cocksmoker?
    Sheesh talk about winning a place in the hall of SERIAL PEST fame.

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    Ariana Amateur | 26 April 2011 at 7:22 pm #

    As like as two peas.

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