Twitching Gills

All along the ocean

Long thick strings

holding fake plastic

items to hook the

corners of the mouth

Faithfully swimming

in schools around

the invisible lines

baiting the jaws of a

tormented shark

creeping underneath

the rustic boat

slowly ramming the boat

viciously to startle

the fishermen

In fright the boat rushes

back to the Florida land

Not realizing all the creatures

under the divine waters

work in unison

You deliver a harsh goodbye

with a taste of frost bite

You struck a winters nerve

with no explanation

You disguise yourself

with shallow snowflakes

You hide behind your

deep cold vicious words

You walk into a blizzard

with a callous stare

You disregard the warmth

clenching to the ice

You are frost bite to the core

I’ve fallen between the snarl and the calm whispers

I’ve fallen between the thin cracks and the hollow cries

I’ve fallen between insignificance and crumbs of emptiness

I’ve fallen between the corners and crevices of brokenness

I’ve fallen between the remains and disguised pieces

I’ve fallen between the torn walls and dreary coatings

I’ve fallen between apathy and a misfit playing in the black

I’ve fallen between misery and torture dancing in my blank eyes

Never will I forget your palm

Never will I forget your kiss in the wind

Never will I forget your precious star

Never will I forget the crack in the pavement

Never will I forget the sparkling memories

Never will I forget your endless passion

Never will I forget the missing number from your mailbox

Never will I forget the calm sea in your eyes

Never will I forget the color of your door

Never will I forget the letter I read before you left

Never will I forget your wings of freedom

Never will I forget the faded sign

Meticulous he was

carefully methodical

speaking in monotone

Pulling the rope tighter

around her wrists and

tiny ankles in the

delusional basement

where rodents crawled

As he grinned at her

lifeless eyes

Sounds of pounding

on the front door

“We know who you are”

“We know who you have”

Entryway breaks

As police scatter

Mason’s dungeon

discovering the barely

breathing Melina

No one ever looks at

Buzzard Shadows Row

the same way

All of us thought we

knew Mason Bronson

Wobbling limbs creep

Staggering blind

Snail like movements

Terrified to stare

into the rose ablaze

Trickling drops

of feathered gloom

Collapsing flashbacks

of serene love

Opening up the

rusty Oldsmobile

Plopping in the

drivers seat

Glancing to the right

Recognizing the sign

Reality Lane

The flood opened up

accepting my faults

No longer wondering

why she stormed out

the hellacious front door

Truth over shadows

the wounds and numbness

She left me

Because of me


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If I had known

her heart was so delicate

I would have been gentle

If I had known

that I was immature

I would have been patient

If I had known

she would have changed

I would have stayed

If I had known

she would take her own life

I would have done things differently

If I had known

this would have changed me forever

I wouldn’t have done anything different


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A closemouthed yell

Frozen shoulders

Discolored devotion

Rooms of separation

Constant agitation

No pets and flowerless

Dingy naked walls

A thousand square feet

Once lovers

Overnight room mates

Raised palm

Defining purple bruises

Ocean of tears

Packed bags

Never returning

to Fremont Street


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Cut throat and diabolical

she glared

Submissive and tattooed

she stood

Slippery and rhythmic

she moved

Street lights vanish

Stores shut down

when I hear her name

Insatiable and sensuous

she spoke

Vibrant and provocative

she breathes

Desirous and seductive

she is

Skyscrapers tremble

Televisions disconnect

when I speak her name

Venomous and flirtatious

she struts

Inviting and delicious

she growls

Lovesick and addictive

she kneels

I met her on Waterloo Street


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Swinging side to side

Hopping smooth down Sinatra Lane

Inhaling and exhaling Ol’ Blue Eyes

Tracing the winding road of jazz

Crooning heartfelt melodies

Absorbing the bright crisp air

Hopscotch and miracles glisten

Feeling the polka dots and moonbeams

Dolores falling in love every day

Theatre’s full of baby angels

Lush string sounds vibrating on TV’s

Verses spoken with delight

A joyful never ending jukebox

of happiness in every home

Stranded on euthanasia street

A number of casualties walk

on the chalk lines around the

thousands of the bloodless scarecrows

Weeds and black roses grow

in gardens of screeches

A morbid hawk hovers the emptiness

barking of a dog reverberates

Eyelids are glued to mailboxes

A mindless city stuck in the trenches

Watching television from the grave

Chuckling as coffins close shut

Numbness and laughter blend

Mothers cauterized by loneliness

Fathers gravitate to only lust

Avoiding love at all cost

Mice crawling from pillow cases

Skeletons playing poker Indian style

in front of the rusted closets

Using marrow as golden chips

Despair and poverty shook hands

Pull the exasperating plug

on any side of this hellacious town

Take a sip of cyanide before crossing

this sharp and dying town

Acquaintances and formalities

shook hands with the Devil’s tongue

Saliva drips down to the

center of honesty and disintegrated

Kindness only filled a shot glass

As gulps of uncertainty surrounded

glass scarecrows and empty vigilantes

Stale friendships vanish in the mist

Faded signs were torn down

Three bedroom houses decomposed

Laughter is a decaying tooth

As you turn on this fragmented road

Chopped up dialogue

Interpretations of saturation

Absorbed by lost brain waves

Unfolding by a misunderstanding

Swallowing mashed up berries

Filling heartache with sand

Surrounding it with ten pound cement

Reminiscing the foolishness

Blaming the scavengers

Walking down Cheap Wine Avenue

like a stray dog in an empty storm

Plagued with expectations

Relentlessly undressing the wounds

Baring the char broiled soul

Washing the spots of hands

Praying to turn to the left

to see the state of peace lane

Before you make a sharp turn

on Over Exaggerated Lane

Signs for Decaying Truth Hill

are on your right in front

of the redwood trees

Follow the uneven road

and you will see Disturbance Road

Veer to the left and see the

old rotted sign for Route Bloodsucker

Drive twenty miles with

irritated skin and a defying mistress

Overloads of fierce tension

will consume your one track mind

Disconnect the alarm clocks

as you drive on the famous

Saturated with Rage Byway

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Hello All,

I would like to issue a challenge to my readers. I would like my readers to give me a creative name for a made up city. Just like the challenge for the roads, your poem will be featured in a book. The category for these poems will be in “Borough Verses.” Dripping Insomnia is the first poem for this category.

Please have fun with it and looking forward to hearing your titles!

~ Braeden Michaels

Destroyed trust smeared on shingles

Ruins spread out over the dismantled carpet

Locked up gates surrounding decrepit doors

Components of ancient clocks in disgust

Splinters in necks of apathetic voices

Arms folding like a hand of cards

Negligence lingers in the crisp air

Carelessness hobbling on a narrow path

Monotony standing tall and shrewd

Incuriosity bounces like a dodgeball

Separation is coughed up like phlegm

Alienation is the divine appetite

Four mile road of still emptiness

Unfortunately many reside in a glance of reality

She is a cloud of rage

She is a walking catastrophe

She is a laughing queef

She is a raging monster

She is a broken beast

She is a heartless pig

She is a disgusting human

She is a pile of excrement

She is a bleeding organ

She is a ignorant pissant


*Lou wanted me to use this word as a title of a poem. I will admit this was a challenge. I had to think a few days on how to use it.