Happy Halloween, dancing skeletons and others. Then again, what’s the spookiness of All Hallow’s compared to the visceral terror that is the monotonous tedium of your day-to-day?
Point of order, all your life you’re trained never to take candy from strangers, until October 31 when it becomes a race to the top of diabetes mountain. Good luck! It’ll be easier while you still have both feet.
I’m not really sure what is going on with today’s poem. Definitely it was the scariest one I had remaining in the unpublished pile. Lot’s of dingy imagery and casual horror. Not exactly the usual style, no rhymes and depressing like a weepy drunk. Worst part of being a bartender, (see: drug dealer).
“Eridanus”, September 24, 2018.
Regret strums across the chords of existence
Hollowed skeletons make efficient instruments
Screaming unmasked’s but dysphoric singing
Erratic pain triggering alternative octaves
Base melody lingering in perpetuity, resolute and static.
Celestial river is what’s meant by the title. I believe it’s a constellation. I really like the name though and it’s harmony seemed to fit nicely with the disarray that is the rest of the piece.
I hadn’t planned to write today and as such have nothing further planned but I felt the urge to discordantly clack some keys. And having done so bid you whatever it is you would most like to be bid.
Happy Trails and Waggy Tales,
Enjoy the post-Hall candy sales.
-Alex Blaikie
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A fractured mind held together by cellophane and some used tack.
Glad that you got that out of your system! I loved it! Made my bones quake with fear and song!!
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Thanks very much. It is very much my pleasure.
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