Monday, January 14, 2019

Nightmare Garden - Royal Prologue

Night Mare Garden - Metropolitan - Edits

Monday, January 30, 2023

My letters come back.

No such person

at this address.

 

I have run through

my suitors and

those of my friend.

 

I confess to my doings

Such coldness I spit.

I will wait until

I hear from you.

 

New Year Eve

and since Albion 

they all leave.

Spook in the house

want time with me.

I see him in mirrors

as if we’re friendly.

Until I hear from you.  


 

Port Royal

 

I surround myself with acolyte.

She’s finders keepers.

Come little man scented vials.

I intend ravage you.

 

Protagonist Port Royal.

War with Jamaica.

Refuse gifts of

feast of native meat.

Bejeweled offering.

Talk of armada and

hostile.

 

I’d not change stripes.

Multiple house and wives.

Keep her sleeping gown.

Dream but strange.

Savage much of it.

Is thrill that did her.

Frenzy within inch of life. 

Revolt is the new black. G© 

Best Of Times

The why’s, wherefores

‘tween us.

All the sweet in Texas.

Overstated between us.

Bit of sage. 

 

I am need and want.

Hurrah right round.

My confederate such why.

Gold star fond.

My archetype thickset. G© 

 


 

Matters to you 

when the brooding

and to stir it up

 

roughhousing introduce

into the narrative.

Time is cold and melancholy.

I write from what was.

Relish she’d grown handsome.

 

I make dame of her.

Best dressed I’d spent on her.

Short order I’m menace.

Unmask me how I’m called,

however I present gentle sir. G© 


 

Bedlamite

Matters to you 

when the brooding

and to stir it up

 

roughhousing introduce

into the narrative.

Time is cold and melancholy.

I write from what was.

Relish she’d grown handsome.

 

I make dame of her.

Best dressed I’d spent on her.

Short order I’m menace.

Unmask me how I’m called,

however I present gentle sir. 


 

This Is Us II

So we roles play. Catch as catch can. All the flattery is gibberish at the end. Delve into her what catch her breath. The heart broke catch her death. I prepare for the night what call for. Camisole and the like and what she keep to the vest. Is time I seen it. All promises and notions. 

This is us and the smoke of the home fires. Big windows you astride. I wrest it from her as eventual. She’s lost to the room. Mine opportune and your profile. Was better days I wade in den cultured women. Talk at me where and when they with the "show you mine." A minute of excess, love and I'm in the breach.

She find me and she pose. We have time of our lives. The mad dash water’s edge.. Can hardly but show your best. Disregard the wear on the fabric. A Pinot Gris and what moon spawned it? Is supple and to be spoke of. Everything that come from it be sweet. G ©

 

 

 


 

Memory as flame.

The lot to bonfire.

Totality of shame.

I give you salutation.

The profile 

the death of the heroine.

 

All the fetish gin up.

as lonely grip swift and heavy.

She carry on Nonplussed.

She arrive to nocturne.

I’m mad hat these nights. 

 


 

Draw Nigh

 

Draw nigh whatever ancients.

Woman and the lights play upon her.

I’m good for a night.

Perhaps this night.

 

The over powering wind

and goose bump your skin.

The night spent on fetish love.

It take mettle all us.

 

They draw nigh.

For my part make of you maven.

She’s every welcome.

and a time for us.

 

Short Timers

They short timers at

waters edge.

This patch of sand.

Just time enough.

 

When strong wind

and we’re speechless.

That cannot breathe 

at great heights.

Like recall there once was.

This patch of sand and wind

and ceaseless by and by. G©  

 


 

Patagonia

 

When last seen she argue

with men below her station.

Strike him about the face.

Call him out of his name.

It’s how to be martyred.

Disparage his vineyard.

Death of the Duchess.

 

Patagonia and the prime

of the parliamentary.

Old money and old wine.

Cajole her to cross the water.

She cross by moonlight.

She is barefoot the whole while.

Positively quiver till it kill her.

You’re prone as prone.  G© 

 


 

Thursday, September 9, 2021

 

I ‘d thought the Gods

had given up.

Leave it to the fates

and the furies.

 

She give me treat

without violence

of copulating.

She cut a figure

in waiting.

 

The raven

The bird of state

no patron saints.

Hardly angels to appeal

our better nature.

What for retreat? G©

 

Friday, October 8, 2021

 

 

Days of strange

 

She with the broods.

Seen it have 

I never sweeter.

Callow. 

 

Frame your enigma

needful things.

Need but form 

and function.

 

The lady is promoter.

The consummate

go ‘round the bed head.

Every arrogance 

I am latest and greatest. G©


 

Friday, October 8, 2021

Days of strange

 

She with the broods.

Seen it have 

I never sweeter.

Callow. 

 

Frame your enigma

needful things.

Need but form 

and function.

 

The lady is promoter.

The consummate

go ‘round the bed head.

Every arrogance 

I am latest and greatest. G©


 

Come black bird 

sign of the exotic.

An oasis of the curious.

The cliffs and 

the sunken ships.

The delirium 

and the follies.

The lapping at 

the theater door.

They drink and they fight

to pen the death of the heroine.

Treacherous waters.

When the pubs let out

they draw pistols.

She come out of the dark.

South Village stage

and blood moon.

It is murder to cast.

 

In the background

the mountains of Brandywine.

And the lions.

The Grand Islands.

The castle at Trancoso.

The plantation that was Albany.

The Villas at Patagonia.

The ruins at the Grand. 

 

She's toast Water Street Clubs. 

And waterfront infamous. 

Across the way Patagonia.

Associate with members of court.

She's matron on the quarter.

County seat.

Come from Albemarle. 

Ravenswood Alumnus.

Ravenswood Summer Club.

Heaven and her gardens. 

Each city a social circuit.

I make you Maven.

 

Them on the walk

sing your glowing in chalk. 

Roving Bacchanal.

Bird in number succumb. 

Found her but sleeping gown. 

 

Death of the Duchess. 

Tell of her and all comers.

It overcome her while

she's in theater and it kill her.

The Heavens and their gardens

She shame your vineyard.

 

The islands are lush 

The meek shall inherit. 

He's met his match

Smell of ardor for days.

the aroma is sharp.

She groom for a wife. 

The depth of summer.

Establish we're more than friends. 

For a time lose themselves. 


 

The Story of Bedlam. 

And through history

they harbinger of things. 

Need for blame.

War. Pestilence. 

Loneliness. 

Dreamless sleep.

Nightmare.

 

Puddle of sweat.

This kingdom of colored peoples. 

But Vampire 

and cruelty of the times. 

 

I am Bedlam.

Bedlamite.

I'm come of contempt.

Sardonic as I am

pith between us. 

Whatever the moon

is center of.

Stink of lore.

Paranoia. Lust. 

All is need and 

need for us. 

In the end is the meek. 

 

 


The pall of the 
Metropolitan.
It’s been long and 
deep and wide.

When sun light 
dust and flies.
How now consecutive 
hours.

Candlewick is calm.
Not a blessed blackbird.
to speak of.

Mine obsess, love.
Stretch of flesh
all the best, love.
All the best. 
A fool and his charm. G©

Self
As much for self.
My posture is staid.
A matter altogether 
animal.


They’re struck apart
and never the same, love.
She stride the blue light
her boudoir.
I am for that.
Wake is volcanic.
Varied day and night.
I am all the shadow
that pleasant surprise.

She in dressing gown.
Bedroom eyes.
Frightened  
paramour.
My state of play.
That be fine. G©

Big Timber
Big Timber fold.
Sanctuary.
Ideation we are friends.
She make for me a home.
General alarm.
There will be blood.

High praise this evening.
Hers tender mercies.
I deign speak 
of great promise.
Some mad exotica.
When is written 
tell it savage. G©


 

I am behest the Duchess.
She’s north star legerdemain.
Fun and games directly.

Plunder classic darkness.
Early onset lot of them.
Drink for her congress.

 

I am about when 

thirst will drive

some devil to account.

I’m loyal foil.

The good fight. 

Dime novel bed 

chamber torture.

 

Her muddy water 

is unseasonable.

The rest saliva. 

Kenwood kiss and tell.

This Babylon 

she is pride of. G©

Been days of rain.

Drink and smoke.

For real and hoped

I’m stable mate.

All intent to it fruitless.

Given to vivid Trickery.

 

Full figure bird.

Sides of the drive

and the violence.

Rival killers.

She fell where it struck her.

Stretch of inner city

zero hour chagrin.

So rival bookend it.

Shrill in hers thrill of him.

It leak out all manner

scavenger. G©

 

The freak along directly.

I rise full form.

She staid mine bizarre.

Let her tell it,

all the freak to speak of.

Bit of macabre something

she front me with.

 

Run about as I was.

I am animal at loyal foil.

Fortnight demon 

like she don’t know.

 

Subsequent death throes.

It is midnight so it ride.

Until morning

and they die.

This is love.

A kings ransom for 

consummate tender.

 

Access the garden.

Open to spans of vanity.

Three corners and 

the border march

of the bizarre.

The fringe spill over.

 

On the portico

the sun strike all sides.

Nightmare part of the whole

notion of romance.

Ideal role play. G©


 

Run

The constabulary surround

Ravenswood.

Devils night.

Dress for me once 

in her life.

There is caste lover, 

She will fight for 

me once in hers life.

 

Is disenfranchised burn it.

There are squatters.

West ward inferno.

I’m fast drive Dunbar.

It was scuffle in it.

Mine is contraband.

It take me get a gun.

Shifty bird I know

with her shoulders. G©


 

Proxy

 

They sycophant.

Do as told.

They throw stones over her.

They war

by proxy take up arms

for she’s demigoddess.

Kill for her.

Intermittent fit of spirit.

One like it every house.

Pretty things for her.

But make for her uncivil.

Thunder afar and lightning bright.

Hail and rain.

Gin up cool to the skin.

On the vista storm warning.

The desperate swept up.

The absent minded undesirable.

Urgent by the day. G©

 

Mine stalk raise alarm.

This urban teeming new skin

on the hour.

From the overlook as casual.

Slender man back of her.

Let her tell it scared to death.

What settle her at mine neck.


That end of summer descent.

I’d down the rabbit hole

through winter.

An all a sudden long

suffering succumb.

Keep the light on when black hours.

Matter creep on creep.

I don’t sleep.

Retreat from daylight. G©

 

There room for two

and yonder wind.

Tea lights candles

hopes romance.

Correspondence 

swept to sea.

The summer’s end the end of me.

The heart it trouble me.

Set to drown sentiment.

Long suffer succumb.


I propose start where

yours excited.

I’m glad hand this morning.

Yours prone to grandeur.

That shake the house.

Yours leavings is telling.

Said abandon.

And the narrows.

Barter favor for labor.

In keeping with the house.

The mood on the baths

make room mine gallant.  G©


I Milo. One garden to the other.

Find inhumane is thick.

Lo these years fill of it.

Consider it I miss woman’s touch.

Hers mercy is blood.

Find she’s flighty.

Might be I’m Jack In The Box.

Suite of rooms courtyard opossum.

This is love.

 

Level spell, ground level heavy air.

Hers in keeping as thriller

would over do mine day dream.

True believe like give life.

Coax up hers night clothes

nights supine.

 

Project through it set on kink.

Take whatever make adoring.

Love is slight of hand.

Wet dream song lyric.

Mine swing grand and taunting.

For a time Men of privilege

friends of mine. G©


You Want Me To 

 

Given to wanderlust and

suffer mine hours

the thirst is blood.

Is she size me up.

Right ‘round the cadre.

Gold coasted moment due.

You want me to.

 

Dark matter between us.

Elemental part of yours day.

Mixture fetish well intend.

Then we’re first names.

Some evolve to this.

Bewitcher of men.

Given over second wind.

You want me to. G©


The End

 

I seen it once.

Love.

Some great reveal.

I’m fighting keep up love.

Is for the pyre 

visage hold hands.

 

Is westerwind blow vigor.

Yours whys.

Wherefores.

Find we same and 

sounds of pain.

Been how it’s been

by now we’re friends.

Looks of me I’m no good.

Mine fool come easy.

 

I haven’t favor to extend.

Mine level best to a song.

Disparate what it will.

Is shook how it feel.

Shook and shook.

I couldn’t wary a look.

Love is but moment overkill.

The end is grotesque. G©


I Milo about thoroughfare.

Above Montrose they flow

Sunnyside.

Catch her Hazel Street.

Crest is Clark Street

stretch of cemetery to Fremont.

There Bulls involved sure as

old school turn of game.

 

They reverie and points west

they’re killing Christians

screaming demon courtyard.

Hung by the neck until dead.

 

Love not game on me.

I should wish.

Shame on me.

Boots on the ground 

intervention.

Weight of the state to bear.

Grand Archipelago.

Ever present Bogeyman. G©


A girl and hers creep.

Smell of wretch Halsted.

The black and the blue light

witching hour meant all charm.

Legged thoroughbred

I trail thine grit.

I’m but best intent.

Yours Boogiemonster,

best evidence.

 

Lithe as she is

she pose the hours

I’m about.

None gentle 

but welcome.

She die some 

and hers pride goeth.

The violence quench her.

Sex is violence.

 

Love is plaintive to be sure.

With the filth and the trash.

Sweat and anger.

Ever colder this 

pall roll in sudden.

Legged bird and 

betwixt hers fits

all but call her out.

She know better than slender man.

Taunt her straight up.

 

Tale of an idiot think me so.

Nightmare scenario.

Particular warm February

there spoils macabre.

Finger to hers threadbare garment.

She talk him shoot into mine apartment.

Inner thigh wolven

she welcome black beans and meat.

Bed and table immerse in poetry. G©


 

Was I Done It

Is in the wind

the damp of the day.

And still the

smell of pussy.

I deign remember

was I done it.

Bit of drunk on it.

 

Is for hers life

she die thrice.

Think me capable

such careless

leave pussy

on the table.

 

Bunch of Sundays

She faint dead away.

Is ache both ways.

Feign romantic habit

hard to break. 


 

The Enlightened

 

The enlightened,

politic of the moment.

Cause me this.

 

Generation freak

to speak of.

That’s what’s up.

 

Enlightened bird

and around her

halo of like minded

flock of raven haired.

Raven skinned

thoroughbred.


One

 

It take one and

I’m new man.

Blue light filter

Master Bed.

Yours fury that

express by lingual.

I’d landed where

I’d drown or bathe

in the muster yours

well intention.

 

This  supine, you’re 

over the shoulder

come hither prone.

Is case of fancy.

 

She got me fucked up.

I’m backed up just now.

It take once this once.

She is life.

Trail hers hem from

I stranger on the walk.

She succubus.

I should die in coitus.

For good measure entreat

Patron saint.

 

Man Of Fancies

 

A man of fancies.

Mine word say so.

It is well to morph into flame.

There is a bond throughout.

A ballad play out.

 

A case of fancy.

A flatterer and a Gypsy.

Intoxicant melodrama.

To grip of them 

think I’m danger.

Man of fancy 

between the hedges

Blessed enlightened girl child.

While is fresh in mind and

varietal master just now.

 

Part III Imperial

 

Garth

 

There blood o’er woman

I Coopt with kisses.

Have I rival.

Half dressed.

Glass of absinthe.

Garth to the lions.

Best believe she’s tickled.

 

I took her striding master bed. 

I’m fine pointed.

Indulge her fuckery.

Small space dead her.

Vex all direction.

There am I strident

faster blade.

 

I am become Bedlam.
Mine overture sinister

should you mind. 

 


 

Part II Epic-Within Worlds

 

Bloody Things

 

The ugliness has started

and vamp about.

Bloody things

visited upon the house.

Black door distinct.

Exposed brick surround the lift.

She's screaming demon

or sweet nothings.

 

Her people Buena Park.

Some unholy war.

Collateral such they triage.

Matters to you

the brooding

and to stir it up,

the speaks and

the sex clubs.

The bluster and a mic.

Upon the plains

preponderance of girl child.

Border states.

It get to mad dash.

Pyre light the miles.


Spree

 

Done my time in waiting.

Some legged erstwhile.

At her Pandora wish

more like you.

Appearance of good times.

Regress to corners

suffer in silence.

Into the rabbit hole fitting just so.

Approach her ready stoned.

Think of me latter years

or so the last times.

Missouri border vampire.

Eventual four.

 

Vagabond root 'bout garments.

Spree then ease off.

Not for nothing am I shouting wind.

I am given to vision.

The vital arts wholly engross

suckle bulbous.

 

Fortunate talk my way in.

Haughty folk and cocaine.

I'm steady fellow throughout.

Common thread hardcore.

 

When time again I'm like this.

Fit to be tied up.

Progressive, doting lover.

And for effect some ever spoil.

I am bachelor for all intention.

I fuck the hydra thoughtful

swing of limbs.

I sycophant bathe in resin.

The contrary to the

wash of the day.      

 

Dear Heart

 

Dear heart you’re fated

mistress.

North by north star.

The fates are man with a plan.

I’m Vice Roy this quarter

fair of nymph.

There Betas and

they’re black shirt 

but for me they burn leaves. 

Signal smoke all hallows eve.

 

The east annexed.

South and west developed

stretch of Western avenue.

West as west dear heart.

It run onto the bed.

Is vigor and I’m spent,

Love.

 

Act in kind dear heart

full on grit the bestial  

both sides.

Mutual destruct I am

for size love.

You wander the quadrangle.

They know me Columbia.

Slake me whole heart.

 

Ruby’s Girls

 

They’re grinders Ruby.

Gaggle them thumbs up.

Suggest common market.

Spread about the parlor.

There posed black bird.

Festival come into the sun. 

Dressed as dressed. 

 

She with chicken jerks.

Plantain. Collard greens.

Noblesse oblige.

 

She’ll have her intercession

eligible men.

Should parlor 

scene frenzy.

Times are you’d 

have at my neck. 

Advantage this within

inches of my life.

 

I am by the by quite lonely. 

The years I chronicle it.

Smell of piss and

cannabis over the room.

Of Gods and monsters. 

Urban legend.

Bedlam big and bold.

Generational reprobate.

The talk then as now.

 

W.B.

 

Is year of Bedlam.

She’s bride all said.

Beast of prey surround the estate

and holy men.

They burn it but it stand.

Year of Bedlam ever was.

All the melancholy.

Level best loose her this why.

 

Kingdom cometh,

mine man give warning.

Sekkou say there’s pussy here.

Legged spectacle gather around .

See what they see

handsome devil.

 

Is lonely what get me up.

Sekkou talk me up.

Them at court salute me

quick as shoot me.

Mine robes is Banton.

 

I am first family.

Stink of centuries melancholy.

I am regal as Banton is absolute.

Marshal revolt succession

were it not for death.

 

Now Franco. Since Franco

Black bird verses

Banton Emerald order.

Warring faction old world

occult come alive.

Emerald order gallant.

Lash men and beast alike

seventeenth century fiefdom.

Blood on stone. Blood on robes.

 

 

Savage

 

Days long rain and she’s

fated woman.

I’m for you girl wonder.

 

Mine savage it certain death

Wasn’t so she open her legs.

She’s fated woman

come to it herself.

Days melancholy

stab hers revulsion.

I am not so bad actor.

 

Do her like is life.

She this day won.

She mark me by the neck.

She is fix what ills

is cause and effect.

Force of which

she catch bone.

The violence is all the while

bedside.

When not sure shadows benign.

Prissy bird lead me gallows.

Tidy end for now. 

 

There bodies on mine.

Grand salon bit of latter

day deprave.

What fill the black,

shadow man.

 

I am vex like see yours death.

Girls is worldly thorough engrossed.

Pledge hers better half.

Like bird speak well on you.

 

Know from first you’re able.

Coles County bird 

some doings to that.

We equal freak fool as I am love.

I’m creature of habit 

madden season.

Whirlwind lover.

Brood of them sweetheart

cross sword. 

 

Mania

 

I Milo. Take to page.

Tale of an idiot.

Thirst for it

I advantage mine.

Maiden plain spoken.

She’d marry a poet.

The violence quench her  

sex is violent.

 

Bear it for I fulsome.

Turn about wasn’t some sudden

build up.

Spill on silks.

Lippy thing,

I’m just that villain.

 

Books detail nights as lightning.

Think Babylon.

Red wine and master bed.

Spread eagle 

dire melancholy.

Threadbare wear and candle

bedside table.

Pull at folds.

Mirror besides.

Mania. 

Black Bird Royale

 

 

Black bird royale.

Streets alive.

Bare breasted

and get away driver.

She’ll have it and 

I am agent extravagant.

We are among friends.

 

Could be I chaperone

interchangeable way we are.

Once around the quads.

The riches on the yard mine

dominion of cipher.

I’d take yours lace for keep.

She show piece at court.

Social spaces constant

companion.

 


 

Stiff chin old boy.

Game is afoot.

Tastemaker sure.

I’m in yours head.

I Bedlam or incarnate

as change of times.

Trail thine grit.

She smile through it.

Nary mention polite company.

Twisted stricture get so

mine barb as posture.

I am just now hers pet.

 

She pose the hours

I am in the house.

None gentile but go ‘round

with scoundrel.

Done anything

keep him but treat him well.

Portend wanton woman. 

 

Many a fortnight

I’d delved deepest.

She die some and

pride goeth.

Classic dark o’er

bed of roses.

Mine soul controller.

Kind of grace,

glass of wine and time

when Matron suspect…

 

I advantage maiden

plain spoken.

She’d marry a poet.

The violence quench

her evident.

Sex is violent.

Turn about wasn’t sudden

build up.

I’m just the villain.

Master bed spread eagle.

Threadbare wear

and candles besides. 


 

Zero Hour

 

It is the zero hour.

She’s tossed fore

and aft.

The games are

foreshadow.

It is the gardens

and waterfront

bring it out her.

 

He is brute.

You watch shadows.

The brave in her

matter intrepid just now.

 

The best times

is said pain.

Ideal that smile

on yours face.

That speak of

me proper.

That great forever

just now our

better selves.

 

Infatuation all shapes.

Fixed for days of

wind and rain.

The frightening is alive. 

 

City Rules

 

Keep yours grimace

throughout.

I’d rip it subsequent

silken sleeping gown.

I’d puncture

yours hard heart.

 

Yours life your

own hands.

She’s ass out but

keep yours grin

throughout.

Was I cause this

and the walls echo love.

City rules she carry

me whole heart.  

World On Fire

 

She never mind caprice.

Old fashioned

upper floor explorer.

Murder room.

Sudden century

ne’er do well.

Consider gentle

giant and further submit. 

 


 

Show Me

It aint spoke

but understood.

You want used to me.

I’m new blood.

Hers sweater

color of Heather.

Treat me chaperone.

The bowels the vestibule.

Brand her unit

number and strand.

 

All the role play

and fanfare.

You’re shy of

flamboyant.

Had me at yours

ragged panties.

Is to yours experience

or daydream it be so.

Eyes wide shut but yours

tell tale prerogative.

Best light all natural.

 

Cast it forth.

All the ways entice me

once inside.

Or role that doesn’t require

more than….

It is the moment show me.

 

 

 

 

The Pall

 

The pall of the metropolitan.

It’s been years long and

the pall is deep and wide.

It wholly bind. Corrosive.

Half a man lover.

When sun light dust and flies.

How now consecutive hours.

Candlewick is calm.

Not a blessed blackbird. 

The pall night and day.

Great fog madness.

Strong drink to ruminate lover.  

 

So she’d spread eagle. 

Strong arm it.

Escalate state of panic.

Wine make standing tete–a-tete.

Broke hers heart broke her habit.

Muddy waters such I don’t sleep.

So it go or she don’t know me.

 

Capture the Flag

 

We’re in the brush.

Violent swath

of campus.

They capture the flag.

Pitch battle.

They go from evening

it go next day.

Hers leavings

the battle field.

hers adversary

change by the day.

 

I bird dog her

when the game’s up.

Eastern bloc

dueling ground.

Sight the quadrangle.

Intrepid explorer.

I am bull on the arena.

Give me raw for keep.

 

Apt Flesh

 

Pleasantries this night.

Winthrop sex pot.

Apt flesh.

Is dusk our eyes adjust.

Curvative severe.

I say so.

Between hedges they lock doors.

Mine fancy,

frequent back and forth.

Is real just now.

 

We’re by first name.

Ready made heart in it.

You want me to.

Our wherefore is plentiful.

Welcome squire

I am Metropolitan.

 

Eye her enter the den.

Apt flesh.

Measure of tender mercies.

Mine is stab.

Hollywood

 

They dot the coastline

by now they’re regular.

The college send

their girl child.

Some privilege

this side Hollywood.

Is great wave this

storm warning.

The left behind

triage at the Sovereign.

 

They’re wine and Biryani

the new well to do.

She well rounded. 

You carry it with you.

She fond of mine

the longing of the squire.

Rebellion on the

news of the Metropolitan.

Hers best girl is her just now.

 

Rake

 

The low buildings.

Indomitable chill at morning

 fog. It is ’16.

The dense of the forest

parse the sun onto campus.

They summer these parts.

Urban legendary

band of nymph.

           

I’m all the upset.

They band together

but succumb.

Don’t so vain a little more

rake at me.

Is blood moon from the day

melancholy deeper here. 

Shiver, horror.

Master bath screaming demon. 

You rake me for score.

Three Corners

 

The cavernous landmark.

Three corners.

She come for me

the venerable theatre

three corners.

 

The natural lighting

melancholy. 

Lonely spoken awkward

Monologue.

Hang like torch smoke.

The gallery, the wailing

and gnashing.

The shadows is me.

She come hers antipathy

Dead language romantic.


 

The Nightmare Garden

 

Godfrey Logan

Part I Midnight In 

The Nightmare Garden

 

Nightmare Garden I

 

A bit of slow burning dramatic.

The intensity the central figure.

The terror should you cross him.

This noir.

The pounding regret his head.

Physical. Mental.

Chemical account the headache.

His sacred narcotic.

They wish me lonesome for I am danger.

 Local bird don’t suffer me killer.

 

You say me creeper.

You befriend me preservation.

She don’t pretty but sympathy me

this side history.

 

Pensive.

Plodding.

Classic dark.

Such vistas killing fields.

There’re beasts in the streets.

I’m responsible let you tell it.

 

Spit your hatred and strength in number.

With weapon the lot of them.

Don’t cool till done in.

 

The B.C.’s. The A.D.’s.

The wonders by drift and divide.

Always rival girl child.

By sword. By thunder.

Mine tempest lonely long ago.

Strike at me sicken cry from within you echo.

Metropolitan

 

Clutch of girl child.

Diamonds same.

I’m in your court.

I’m link to all things distress.

They’re liable to Bedlam.

We’re break out same time.

There civil to it.

Or brusque.

Is twentieth century

archipelago.

Dressed as dressed

take the mantle

Metropolitan. G


 

Black

 

Bemused lack wit

a black period now

twenty years of real life.

 

Before a boy head strong

and curious.

Been days of rain

and drink and smoke.

For real and hoped

I’m stable mate.

 

All intent to it fruitless

and queer by the day.

I awake further tired.

Given to vivid trickery.

Hope for me yet?

Edgewater City 

 

There bulls.

The sidewalk

they front you off.

Full figure birds

sides of the drive.

And the violence.

Rival killers.

Mine is classic darkness.

 

She fell where it struck her.

Stretch of inner city

zero hour chagrin.

Said rival bookend it.

Shrill in her thrill of him.

It leak out corridor and shaft.

All manner scavenger.

 

I spy

 

Hope spring

eternal suffer.

Matron hers distaste

on the plaza.

The hard sun

baked earth.

Price of pussy

and its works.

Would I presume

upon yours wiles?

I could eat you alive.

 

I spy it for I must.

I spy it for it

must be pain.

Once consumed

I’m alone again.

 

How you tread on me.

Play up the bitter ends.

The wester wind make it airy.

What luxury we’d have babies.

Don’t go there lest frenzy.            

Nightmare Garden II

 

They’re in and

out of brush.

Labyrinthine.

The end is violent.

The in between

hide and go seek.

 

There heartless bastards.

And birds

to the carcass.

Varied weaponry

make macabre.

Ever rugged knives

and sword.

She’s once around

the orchestra

and join the martyrs.

 

Clash

 

Weren’t metropolitan

to start.

Hardly bard as blather

what never was.

 

Pestilence on the place.

Mine wakeful these nights.

The mind go dark.

 

Ours freak clash but hard rain

cool mine ken.

Then I’m good graces

for short.


 

Puppet 

Yours freak out

Of body macabre.

What started sojourn.

Over done it

but done it.

 

Come a day don’t come

love.             

For yours just so.

Yours fixed for

present tension.

Puppet man

mis- convention.

Said nightmare am I

noir to die for.

 

 

Was you give up

the freak be along directly.

I rise full form.

She front me on the wall.

She staid mine bizarre.

Mine crush full her lungs up.

Was you give up.

 

Should the beast his lust.

Let her tell it

all the freak to speak of.

You are talent.

Look well upon you

and is all heart.

 

Bit of ugly something

she front me with.

There’s lechery afoot.

Was you give it up.

I’m shiftless just now.

Is wanton bird hold me.

The freak be along.

Shadow Man

 

The avenues and garden.

Blast Master straight away.

I’m your ever after.

I am Top Man I declare it.

Catch her dress up.

See me from the street is scout me.

At our best we’re all everything.

 

Mine game such

where is ivy and high sky.

I am under it.

Weren’t so much romance

but pressed upon.

The ruins is former selves.

What left of the complex

latter hour culture.

Run of house she

willing went labyrinth.

 

Fancy we were young.

Tantamount demimonde.

Brood of them is vigor.

Throng of them I fade them all. 

It is body politic up and down.

She is in order.

Think me all the more well.  

I am Shadow man.

Quite a time and ripe for like me.

frenzy what dead her. 

 


 

 

 

 

Prologue-Royal – is a fictional archipelago in the Caribbean. Urban legend of long dead Royal. From days of first family. That he come out when powerful lonely drive him up. Imagine a twisted civilization. A powerful country of colored people. Polytheist monarchy. History of conflict and slavery. Consider this nightmare put to page.
A bit of slow burning dramatic. The intensity the central figure. The terror should you cross him. This noir. 
Pensive. Plodding. Classic dark. Such vistas killing fields. There’re beasts in the streets. I’m responsible. Spit your hatred and you’re combustible. Vomit. Strength in number. With weapon the lot of them. Don’t cool till all done in. I didn’t start it. The B.C.’s. The A.D.’s. Millennia take shape. By drift and divide. 
The story of Royal according to the journal of Milo Ambrose and official records to present day. Through constant warring. Pestilence. Slavery. Behavior of Kings. Presented as dreams. Nightmare. Enough to fill scroll and folio over time. 
This Kingdom, black power in the Caribbean. This archipelago. The story told here is of legend. Melancholy drive it. I’m it. Like born to it. Born 1896. I witness a murder. I’m in the states. Come of age Jim Crow and prohibition.  Mine keepers see I’m educated. I am driver then most wanted. 
I dream them into life. God’s and monsters and vex that sweep east to west. And there are dead. There haze. Rain. I witnessed a murder. I’m in the Grand Tower. The streets ablaze. The constable surround the Ravenswood neighborhood. Is ’27 November. Melancholy got me up. And downward spiral. Though feted upon my return with drink and revelry. Just as quick they move on. Just as quick. There screaming demon and blood on bricks. The horrors before and subsequent. Bounty men get on me. Vamp see mine blood filthy. Fast drive from the county. By now I am menace. I know with hers shoulder. Take up with me as risk. Between and betwixt. I’m caught in it like magic. Melancholy get me up. 

The story of Royal. Official text to present day. From when was Banton then Franco. From civil war the Grand Islands are formed and Banton are crowned as absolute. There are always rebellion. The north always ill will since civil war. The Heavens pick sides like moving pieces. This Providence. High Priest. High Priestess. Colonials at the door. War with Jamaica. A nest of vamp is upset Port Royal. Back and forth at courts. Which Monarch should fall on his sword. Through slavery and endless invasion of vampire. They make for Camelot County. Always a Banton lead the charge. Interlopers from the forest to the point of exhaustion. Tall ships and the crew is dead. 
The God’s make Siren where vamp trouble the fogged streets. In the north creature in the trees. I am from prior kings. Theirs end tragically. I am born during this time of great upset. It is Sekkou and I fast riding  across the north loudly espouse mine radical. The more hardened we ride west. Get to drawing pistols. Every pub and establishment. How could I draw favor from the Queen Mother. The God’s abhor violence.  Nashua Point. And the Estate surrounded. Torchbearers and strongmen. There be mayhem. There be blood. They’re tasked to burn it. In the name of such and such deity or Patron Saint. Mine love is martyred and taken up to heaven. 
The Queen speak ill the Bedlamite. Mine bent and broken stands as shrine whence trouble comes. Melancholy gets me up. It was Sekkou lift me up. Mine lonely powerful. Red eye. Red October start mine caravan. Red eyes on the walk. Red eyes in town. Times like these everyone for themselves. The God’s abhor violence. Oracle and Holy men offer naught but legend. All this in dreams. Awake in sweat. Palpitation. Supernatural forces warring. 
I am Bedlamite. I will choose a bride and she will die. See me and she is filled with terror. The rest have no idea where they’ve been and gone girl is talk of the town. They’re Nashua Point. Tasked to burn it. They’re torch bearers and she’s martyred. 
Bedlamite. Some contrarian in the populace. There is a killing and legend to follow. There wailing and gnashing of teeth. And sorrow. General subversive. Effigy on the morrow. Mine presence is violence. We draw pistols in close space. Then storm warning. There debris and the dead. Is 1930 and Ambrose rum running from the states. The story of Royal. 

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