3 Poems - Skull-castle, Epitaphs, Pleasure-wrong

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Feeling dark. My poems are coming out weird and dark.

Skull-Castle

My head,
My castle,
My torture chamber
cavernous,
cobwebbed,
carved with jaguars
Conclusions all dark
Watch the monsters
sink beneath my eye moat.


Epitaphs

Tongue like a
tombstone carver’s
chisel
gouging dreadful things:
how are you?
Slamming all
advent doors.


Pleasure-wrong

A tongue bridging
between mouths
as ash from a corpse
blows red across
the water

A thought-bred
briar rose
blooming/pricking
rejoice
Blood petals
rejoice
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