Submissions by Abracadabra (Abra)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I'm just a soul, hooked on magic & poetry sandwiches. My words are fools, dancing as they flirt with the life you give them... & then there's the naughty stuff that wakes me in the middle of the night... one day all that cheese'll kill me.
Demons
At the balcony of demons
my eyes are wildest
when clouds boom through the bay
and trees bend to breaking waves
darkly sailing back in time
Thoughts stumble dirty bed naked
to wake me starving again
Blood craving some impossible
spring cleaned world
where no-one ages & children never die
Guilty spirits of my own childhood
mock with useless air
pausing stairwell breathless
their cloaks of disinfectant
urging me to climb
For a greedy moment I play the boy inside
that strike sweeter than ever
volleyed...
my eyes are wildest
when clouds boom through the bay
and trees bend to breaking waves
darkly sailing back in time
Thoughts stumble dirty bed naked
to wake me starving again
Blood craving some impossible
spring cleaned world
where no-one ages & children never die
Guilty spirits of my own childhood
mock with useless air
pausing stairwell breathless
their cloaks of disinfectant
urging me to climb
For a greedy moment I play the boy inside
that strike sweeter than ever
volleyed...
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Familiar
Save for you, my dearest
'tis true I lived alone
only courting vain distraction
as you followed through the woods
while I gathered what I may
to raise our simple soup
And yet I recognised no truth
when my accuser claimed
of late I'd grown
the mew and claw of witch
a slur to rival even your sage darkness
and taint my heart with shadow
so even your fine whiskers preened
to keenly know the truth
Poor curdled cream
a conjured poison from jealous tongue
to fuel the bile of idlest...
'tis true I lived alone
only courting vain distraction
as you followed through the woods
while I gathered what I may
to raise our simple soup
And yet I recognised no truth
when my accuser claimed
of late I'd grown
the mew and claw of witch
a slur to rival even your sage darkness
and taint my heart with shadow
so even your fine whiskers preened
to keenly know the truth
Poor curdled cream
a conjured poison from jealous tongue
to fuel the bile of idlest...
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Quit Waving Your Panties in My Face
Why do you mail me now
with that same old slutty mouth
yawning dirty from the dead hurt
between our ears
How is it
you're still waiting to bleed
from love's bent finger
to birth another gutter
and drain us dry
After all our
encores
I couldn't entertain a single night
no more tricks
with a flickering candle
drunken asses chasing a fight
As mad
as our moment burned
truly I dread
the ruin of your thighs
cruel ugly scars
and sagging breasts
scored belly
stretched and lined
...
with that same old slutty mouth
yawning dirty from the dead hurt
between our ears
How is it
you're still waiting to bleed
from love's bent finger
to birth another gutter
and drain us dry
After all our
encores
I couldn't entertain a single night
no more tricks
with a flickering candle
drunken asses chasing a fight
As mad
as our moment burned
truly I dread
the ruin of your thighs
cruel ugly scars
and sagging breasts
scored belly
stretched and lined
...
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Empty
I wanted this baby
to be the best I ever wrote
for the words to flow
and the earth to tremble with every keystroke
so even
angrier kids than me
across this dirty unfair world
would sit up
and take note
for the whole of Africa
I wanted her
to turn despair into hope
to glow like a cinder
too hot to hold
to go viral and radiate
a message of peace
out into the universe
driving light into its soul
a full moon of love
shining way beyond God's bedtime
But somehow her truth
is swallowed by the...
to be the best I ever wrote
for the words to flow
and the earth to tremble with every keystroke
so even
angrier kids than me
across this dirty unfair world
would sit up
and take note
for the whole of Africa
I wanted her
to turn despair into hope
to glow like a cinder
too hot to hold
to go viral and radiate
a message of peace
out into the universe
driving light into its soul
a full moon of love
shining way beyond God's bedtime
But somehow her truth
is swallowed by the...
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Communion with the Last Whore
My excuse is
I was mugged by my own high sexual appetites
click
followed clack
then after we landed
that awful butt naked giggle
the boredom you could never explain to your wife
let alone your Mom
at least not while she was still alive
The wind on an ancient drum
drives nails into my head
until I wonder where the weight of the cross will fall
it shivers through the palms as I slump at my desk
keys mourning silence
churning words into flesh
rusting like internet grave moss
from a grinning desert of porn
A...
I was mugged by my own high sexual appetites
click
followed clack
then after we landed
that awful butt naked giggle
the boredom you could never explain to your wife
let alone your Mom
at least not while she was still alive
The wind on an ancient drum
drives nails into my head
until I wonder where the weight of the cross will fall
it shivers through the palms as I slump at my desk
keys mourning silence
churning words into flesh
rusting like internet grave moss
from a grinning desert of porn
A...
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A Mumble of Dust
Hardly a bee has flown
the walls of the churchyard sigh
moss on your grave screams
while the limbs of yew
still grow
Wayward spring
crows interminable
defying the teeth of winter
its curse on jaded hopes
deftly weaving pain
into barbs that blister my heart
Begging freedom from your ghost
I would gladly
dig up its skull where you lie
then suffer the bleached grin
sockets crumbling
with stench of wormy bone
and feed it to the jaws
of a snarling black June sky
But would that purge my...
the walls of the churchyard sigh
moss on your grave screams
while the limbs of yew
still grow
Wayward spring
crows interminable
defying the teeth of winter
its curse on jaded hopes
deftly weaving pain
into barbs that blister my heart
Begging freedom from your ghost
I would gladly
dig up its skull where you lie
then suffer the bleached grin
sockets crumbling
with stench of wormy bone
and feed it to the jaws
of a snarling black June sky
But would that purge my...
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Brake for the Poet's Moon
They're sexy alright
naked cliches wiggling onto the page
with the allure of an aging stripper
before you get close
and the flaws show up
mincemeating reality with a whisper of
'Honey,
it's all been done before.'
But you knew that anyway
that poets are mostly whores
So that mustn't be the reason
you're here--
perhaps this page
needs you too
A smirk as you catch her stockings
your favorites
white or black
or blue
Then reluctant panties
from the trophy drawer of memories
you always kept...
naked cliches wiggling onto the page
with the allure of an aging stripper
before you get close
and the flaws show up
mincemeating reality with a whisper of
'Honey,
it's all been done before.'
But you knew that anyway
that poets are mostly whores
So that mustn't be the reason
you're here--
perhaps this page
needs you too
A smirk as you catch her stockings
your favorites
white or black
or blue
Then reluctant panties
from the trophy drawer of memories
you always kept...
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Forget it Until it Goes Bang
God told me, go buy a gun--
that was the easy part
(our right to bear arms)
& it sure was fun
out in the wasteland
shooting dirt off a wall
Most nights
Glockie slept with me
under my pillow
felt safer than a drawer
ragged steel easier to conceal
than a clutch of boyhood hurt
All summer God talked
until the day by the school yard
not listening to God
became the hardest thing of all
That day he was difficult to ignore
especially when His voice
spoke only to me
God could always shout
loudest...
that was the easy part
(our right to bear arms)
& it sure was fun
out in the wasteland
shooting dirt off a wall
Most nights
Glockie slept with me
under my pillow
felt safer than a drawer
ragged steel easier to conceal
than a clutch of boyhood hurt
All summer God talked
until the day by the school yard
not listening to God
became the hardest thing of all
That day he was difficult to ignore
especially when His voice
spoke only to me
God could always shout
loudest...
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3 Comments
The Way We Were
Rat's teeth
gleam the smile of a paid-off whore
pale young limbs flirt with shadow
carefully gathering panties and bra
a twist of skirt pouting a kiss
before footsteps lace the stair
And your memory
ain't dainty at all
the curse I mutilate with a sneer
history gnawing happily at my bones
though our own empire of sex
lies perished long ago
So what did you expect?
Me, strutting pig-pie horny
waiting to fuck dust
waving my cock until dawn ...
gleam the smile of a paid-off whore
pale young limbs flirt with shadow
carefully gathering panties and bra
a twist of skirt pouting a kiss
before footsteps lace the stair
And your memory
ain't dainty at all
the curse I mutilate with a sneer
history gnawing happily at my bones
though our own empire of sex
lies perished long ago
So what did you expect?
Me, strutting pig-pie horny
waiting to fuck dust
waving my cock until dawn ...
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A Book in the Gutter
The skinny Asian girl
with raggedy green panties
and a Gobi diamond smile
was waiting patiently for yet another god
to add to her list--
some unlikely benevolent hero
who would wander in from the West
and rescue her broken life
reconstructing its shattered porcelain
with a tourist's magic wand
And although I felt certain
I was exactly the opposite
of everything in her dreams
the credits for a Bollywood movie
had rolled across her eyes
as she sat cross legged on the bed
studying eagerly
the fatness of my wallet
...
with raggedy green panties
and a Gobi diamond smile
was waiting patiently for yet another god
to add to her list--
some unlikely benevolent hero
who would wander in from the West
and rescue her broken life
reconstructing its shattered porcelain
with a tourist's magic wand
And although I felt certain
I was exactly the opposite
of everything in her dreams
the credits for a Bollywood movie
had rolled across her eyes
as she sat cross legged on the bed
studying eagerly
the fatness of my wallet
...
173 reads
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Strangling my Avatar
Your shoulders sigh relentless
a penguin through the snow
grunting at the madness
only poets know
En-saddened by such desert heart
you vandalize your phone
to focus on life's vultures
& the beauty of alone
But as the world falls silent
there's a message on the wind:
Be mindful of your rhyme scheme
if those endings make you grin
No laughter in a bell jar
no wisdom from a smile
writing comatose-morose
is the key to zombic style
So if you're really doomy
soul warped with dark desire ...
a penguin through the snow
grunting at the madness
only poets know
En-saddened by such desert heart
you vandalize your phone
to focus on life's vultures
& the beauty of alone
But as the world falls silent
there's a message on the wind:
Be mindful of your rhyme scheme
if those endings make you grin
No laughter in a bell jar
no wisdom from a smile
writing comatose-morose
is the key to zombic style
So if you're really doomy
soul warped with dark desire ...
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One Day
Now I know how the Jews must have felt
watching quietly in fear
wondering when the bolt will shake
waiting for the door to splinter
before time judders on its rope
and the universe lies unhinged
The neighborhood
seems filled with
clever
young
successful
arty types
not yet ready to worry
or maybe no-one
quite recalls
just who puts out the trash
or plucks the dregs
from the era before
One day the unmarked trucks
must lumber in
driven by the young
to make...
watching quietly in fear
wondering when the bolt will shake
waiting for the door to splinter
before time judders on its rope
and the universe lies unhinged
The neighborhood
seems filled with
clever
young
successful
arty types
not yet ready to worry
or maybe no-one
quite recalls
just who puts out the trash
or plucks the dregs
from the era before
One day the unmarked trucks
must lumber in
driven by the young
to make...
103 reads
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