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[cool wall of death] by Crockpot

With my ear pressed against / the cool wall of death, / a hugging calm / settles over my body. / You all stand around / looking / full of fear. / One steps forward / with a quiet no, / bug eyes. / At… 76 words

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a junk pile / of old / rusted leaves / t U m b l e s / through the alley / like dead skins / on / fire 22 words

Mad by Crockpot

Big mouth never closes, / gulping air to chew the words— / hole in my face gapes open, / a nest of chattering birds. / Spittle runs bubbly / down rivers wide and deep— / glazy eyes hide /… 70 words

Quest by Crockpot

I know not why I live for love— / I only know I do. / One thousand loves / I could dream of / and only one that’s true. / That soul will die a thousand times / to prove its love to you; … 106 words

Wish by Crockpot

For when I die, / my corpse cold and blue, / I have a favor / to ask of you. / If there’s no need in this world / for the thing you call my heart, / cut me open wide / and take out that part. /… 83 words

Scarecrow by Crockpot

Let me be the arcane angel / atop the tree outside your room— / hang me high from its branches / so that I darkly dangle / in the face of the bone colored moon. / Watching my ghostly dances / f… 100 words

Guilty by Crockpot

Her flesh bled black / and red, raw, singed scraps / of meat for me / and you / sit smug and smile down / at the heaps of heads / and parts that once had names / but now they all just look the same /… 98 words

Last Breath by Crockpot

Long, slim bones / scratch tracks down my / bare, powder-white back. / Strange, hollow knuckles crack / for want of blood / and make popping sounds / like distant fireworks. / My lilting eyelids trem… 98 words

Whore by Crockpot

All the elements have, / at some time, been my lover— / I, whore to earthly things, / I love all that suffer… / all but the sun, too bright. / The sun, too in-your-face, / I like darkness… 123 words

Faded Daisies by Crockpot

That’s just me: / a hungry / poet / wannabe / with daisies / on my mind / and how to save the world / scribbled on a scrap of napkin / stuffed into my empty pocket. / So what-the-fuck / do I k… 80 words

When I was Three by Crockpot

That night it happened, home, when Mom and Dad / had gone out for a while, it came. The house, / our home, was cold and quiet, too… so… strange… / And I so small (and like a doll) … 589 words

Blue Buttons by Crockpot

I. / These pajamas / are just like the ones / I had when I was three— / permanent press cotton, / thin and cool— / perfect for those / summer nights / when it’s not / quite hot eno… 195 words

Lullaby by Crockpot

Your poetry blues sing over me / like wet kisses nipping my neck / slow jazz dances / all through my head, / dripping warmly / down my back / like honey / m e l o d i o u s l y / tugging at my body … 60 words

Going Down by Crockpot

silhouette hovers / in shadows of moonlight; / lover’s voice comes / clothes cautiously, / carefully, / slip softly / fan blows, / breeze bites at my skin, / waves of sheet suck me under / my a… 75 words

The Cup by Crockpot

Passing the cup / from one to the next, / each convulsing hand / touches my blood to his lips. / On down the line, / to each starving soul, / the cup travels / as its supply grows thin. / From my pla… 121 words

Ritual by Crockpot

Cold chrysanthemums, / dead and dried, thin / and crisped by my thumb / into a fine silken powder; / the sooty remains of you / cling to my skin like rain / and fall / floating / through the air and … 43 words

Ode to the Moon by Crockpot

Oh Moon, my Moon, / tripping the sky, / slash me with thy wicked tongue— / teach me, make me fly! / Oh Moon, my Moon, / with thy burnished glow, / mock the sun (its awakening, slow) / then laug… 102 words

Elegy by Crockpot

“Tomorrow, when you die, I / won’t be there.” 138 words

[Six Word Story] by Crockpot

I was three ~ / he / was fifteen 6 words