July 11th, 2024 by Corey A. Edwards
Clumsy spiders
crawl the ceiling
When one trips
it falls, pinwheeling
down your neck
or in your hair
Slumbering mouths
had best beware
for this light snack
unlooked for treat
will climb your tongue
with eight clawed feet
to flee in fear
past sleeping lips
with tickling, hairy
pedipalp tips
And should you snore
grind, or inhale
as in your mouth
the creature scales
your fate entwined
with it shall be
waking unaware
yet less hungry
cae2024
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May 19th, 2014 by Corey A. Edwards
spin black groove
wax and wane
unwound by a needle
again and again
spin black groove
bump and restart
flip to 2 B
in time with my heart
spin black groove
tick tock imperfection
analog warm
ever growing collection
vibrate stylus
vinyl gloss
special treatment
minimize loss
180 gram disc
platter static brush
this one’s a favorite
now sit down, hush
spin and return
round out and renew
drop pop crackle
spin black groove
cae 5-19-2014
May 15th, 2014 by Corey A. Edwards
March 15th, 2014 by Corey A. Edwards
radio silence
you know it
because you can hear it
silence like someone left a window open during a storm
silence like a mic full of reverb in a fat room
silence like a man in search of a lozenge
back’a th’throat, meditative like
aural snow
radio silence
December 7th, 2013 by Corey A. Edwards
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September 16th, 2013 by Corey A. Edwards
I have today off
tomorrow but it’s
tomorrow’s yesterday
I’m on
and perhaps
this is the reason
all the future’s past
ain’t gone
I could spend
about an hour
contemplating all
this on my lawn
until the past’s
coming tomorrow
is my yesterday
yet gone
July 18th, 2013 by Corey A. Edwards
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September 14th, 2012 by Corey A. Edwards
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he contemplates his inner self
forsooth to shore his mental health
and there within he finds a shelf
upon which there is nothing
a fancy speck of nothing
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February 13th, 2012 by Corey A. Edwards
December 31st, 2011 by Corey A. Edwards
Inveterate invertebrates
reverberate inebriatedly
in late hour-debate
the long lines of
their fork tines’
entwined designs
refined by
warm wet wine
and rippled lips
that sipping
grip
scrape and nip
at the wobbling drips
which slip and slop to drop
splashing gaily and
blossom staining
the plain of the
coarse cotton
tablecloth’s demesne
cae 2011
December 30th, 2011 by Corey A. Edwards
the scribbler dribbles
terse and taut
in scripted knots
and curdled clots
upon the page
so strange
enraged
he writes away
derangement’s fray
which fragments then
a deeper thought
for praise
in cash
that helps him
(k)not
cae 2011
October 4th, 2011 by Corey A. Edwards
I’ve heard ’em all, sir. Every one.
The cheating wife, the stubborn son,
the stupid boss; the kitchen sink.
You take a seat, order a drink
and, soon enough, you lend my ear
to troubles soaked in scotch and beer
One mug, two mug, three mugs tossed
straight down the hatch: hell with the boss!
You’ll learn that boy. You’ll kick his ass;
replace your wife with some young lass.
You pound the bar and slap my arm.
Bleary and weak, you’d bet the farm
your new friend (me) can cure all ills.
In sooth reverse: you pay my bills.
September 26th, 2011 by Corey A. Edwards
Through the layers
of chronos’ skin
we hunt for meaning
and space within
but every step
ignored and thin
is where it ends
where it begins
The only moment’s
the one we’re in
July 16th, 2011 by Corey A. Edwards
June 29th, 2011 by Corey A. Edwards
