Category Archives: #noir

July 25, 2020

REMEMBER ME TO WONDER

By EPRobles

WITHIN all this time
within my frail skin
my mighty heart still lies
she made a warm soup
while i wandered as a lonely
cloud that floats outside
a window while at night (dreaming):
A host of tellings —
a sickle of amazing sun-honey
lit hearts — beside the lake,
beneath trees, we thrived &
danced within the immortal winds.

:: 07.24.2020 ::

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February 12, 2018

THE ENAMELED WILD BEASTS

By EPRobles

THE opening to the mouth cave

is a jungle skyscraper

of enameled wild beasts

that eats upon a human power

of intense fragility – a feast.

//\\a devil’s cloven

DownSHOULD

B. stop || hoof while

(should i stop)? risen vampires

by the golden blood of fallen

Angels \\// UPSHOULD b. go ||

flutterby wings.

IS IMPONDERABLY DECADENT

:: 02-11-2018 ::

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November 1, 2016

VARESE’S DESERTS

By EPRobles

I watched a tender
blue sky seep into
sleep and
experienced dark claws
of rough black earth
awaken me
And the moon itself
sucking bones and
dirt from Earth
into a funnel
toward Heaven
This I saw while
being born
This I know as
each small day
i die slowly //

:: 08-07-2016 ::

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August 22, 2015

NOIR HORROR LOVE

By EPRobles

Two hearts so stranded
one loves you
another buried so deep
in dreams it hurts
so you make magic happen
So hurt so blinded by
tragic kisses
it’s reeling weak-knee
One day i caught a pupil
and saw the flying eye answer,
“I’m so blind I cannot see love”
Ugh…the Earth moving-machine
eats me \\i hate how
it has
a metal mouth of steel
and the kittens meow “we wants
food and scratches.” I die I become
pupil i ate poison apple i am damsel
Caught in King Kong massive grip
Noir horror in black and blood-red love
two hearts stranded // one loves you
another buried so deep inside dream
it hurts magic doesn’t make it happen
let him fade away — oblivious lore
— he loves everyone

:: 08-20-2015 ::

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