Paul Ingrassia, US

 

 

Haiku   autumn sunset decaying millhouse     Butterfly Cinquain   the king and the worms dedicated to robert e. howard   wretched, degenerate man-things slither and writhe deep in the dank, mouldering pits— hellish... pure king, master of the black stone, claws and crawls through the dark, stone-cold, driven— vengeance...     Solitude in Desolation Somewhere, deep in my mind, there is a dark island where all my lost dreams lay dying. I weep. All hope, desire, and happiness— mere illusions of life— are long since gone. I fear.     Remembering Defilement   My mind bleeds, like fingers sliced and torn by glass shards— black tears drip like melting tar from my heart. Nightmares stalked by his dark shadow and consciousness haunted— a wraith sucking my soul.     Free Verse   The Dark Art   Enlightened mind, laughing at sanity. Crazed gestures causing opaque-silk robes to flutter madly about. Frenzied thinking, Mansonesque desires. I summoned the unpure night. Its gothic aria invaded my mind. Today I know, it was myself. My weary eyes kissed the crystal, and it echoed my frazzled imaginings. Delicious alien desire floating within my thoughts. Sane I was, crossing Heaven, my nerves tingling as I laughed with the Northern Lights, beyond the stars.