Category Archives: Poetry

Megalomania

Posted on July 16, 2014 by theminstrelscitadel

Ha ha, you braggadocio, you blatherskite and swaggerer, with your brains balanced on the head of a pin and your paltry butt cheeks puckered tight behind the bunched fabric of your pantaloons. I see you! Ensconced in your rhetoric, your … Continue reading →

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Thinking of Dying

Posted on July 11, 2014 by theminstrelscitadel

The fins are off and the hook is embedded, it is frightening to be caught. Tears behind a closed door and a jaw locked on grudges. Who takes away the urge to die, the thought that death would be welcome? … Continue reading →

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The Alluring Avenue of Rage

Posted on July 4, 2014 by theminstrelscitadel

The world knows how your heart pounds and your jaw clenches, how tightly your fingers curl into the sinewy guts of a balled fist. Rage, old friend, comes to visit with his hat perched jauntily upon his head, and most … Continue reading →

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What Could You Possibly Say?

Posted on July 4, 2014 by theminstrelscitadel

Wings are broken, legs are hobbled and you won’t look. You have your eyes locked upon a slippery shimmering silver lining. They say: Look at the bright side. And you try your best because you’re the optimist. They say: Namaste … Continue reading →

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Last? Next?

Posted on June 19, 2014 by theminstrelscitadel

I watched her labored breathing, the skin yellow not pink. She’d never been yellow, never been yellow a single day till then. I knew that she had frequently closed her eyes so many times before. Refusal with a punctuation mark. … Continue reading →

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The Vista of Rebirth

Posted on June 14, 2014 by theminstrelscitadel

What happened to you, to me, to that dream we swam in until our arms could move no more? The drunkard of the village was your uncle and your mother had the temper of a sailor away at sea. I … Continue reading →

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Your Basket

Posted on May 30, 2014 by theminstrelscitadel

Who sleeps in your basket, you do-gooder, you holy-roller, you collector of praise and recompense? Who gains your heart, who is awarded your most gentle caress? I have painted the ones you’ve forgotten or ignored. I have used the color … Continue reading →

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Blue Upon Blue

Posted on May 23, 2014 by theminstrelscitadel

The world may be your oyster, I am swallowed by it until every sigh or sullen wish becomes a nebulous sign in a foreign sky. It is in that world, blue upon blue, that light dazzles only briefly, spent as … Continue reading →

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dandelion brine

Posted on May 19, 2014 by theminstrelscitadel

Her confession turns your face to ash and starches up your collar too tight it is around your small throat as she begins to holler. It’s woody white roots tonight for you and maybe even tomorrow it’s dandelion brine and … Continue reading →

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Francis (The Woman Who Bucked the Bronco)

Posted on April 10, 2014 by theminstrelscitadel

No one will remember her and that is why I speak her name. Francis Farmer. Hollywood saw a Hit dragged from the cranium of one of their own, and so invented a fairy tale so that seats would be filled, … Continue reading →

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