Two snakes entwined, gnashing feeble fangs; fragile scales opposed, both harken to reign. Tangled in feud, on bellies crawl; nix liberty, save, a serpent's fall. Thus must one, the other eat, that a dragon may rise, from strife's red heat.
He was a creator of talent rare, whose works earned great reknown, and jealousy in equal measure, from those much lower down. He labored beneath a city vast, ruled by lust and grift and gun, where much work was accomplished, to ensure little else was done. Shortly, a savage band assembled, around the maker's domain,… Continue reading The Maker
Under cyclonic skies, where no owls sling; upon brawny boughs, where no doves sing; over roiling wastes, where no eagle flies, there, the scene, where the serpent shall rise.
Purge all wasting from my shell, that tidal, I may over swell, the cage of stone, the plane of night; in vacuum dark past crystals slight, that I may find the wretched core, of ordained decline and boundless hoar; the primal vector; cosm's root; and there enthroned, reign absolute.
by Gale Acuff I love Miss Hooker more than I love God, I guess, which, I guess again, is a sin, but she's my Sunday School teacher and she tempts me so I can't help myself even though temptation's not her fault and I'm not sure it's even mine so I'll blame God, He's the… Continue reading Singer
by Gale Acuff I don't want to die but I don't want to live, neither, so what's left I ask my Sun -day School teacher but she just folds her arms and shakes her head and frowns as she looks down on me, which she has to do anyway because she's 25 to my 10 but … Continue reading Righteous
by Gale Acuff I'll be dead before you know it, before I know it anyway and maybe then or I mean afterward I won't know it at all, ditto death, I'll be alive some -how and maybe waiting for another life-to-come, maybe another after that, but all I get at church is that we're all in… Continue reading Lot Less
by Carl Scharwath Translucent and awake Lost in broad daylight. The sun will vanish Flickering, unseeing. Blurring at the edges Darkening, hesitant And shinning curious. The light evanesces In a trace of sadness. For how long Will a stranger stop In a different light As the end announced. Looking for landmarks Talking to himself At… Continue reading Countdown to Darkness
by Gale Acuff One day when I'm dead I'll be dead but 'til then let's say I'm alive and so I'll sin whether I want to or not and sometimes I do, it makes life more fun and no one really gets hurt though I know that my sins will count up and then count… Continue reading Schismatic