Jinx

Jinx

A Poem by Brett Hernan
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Censored nightmare crossword puzzle collage composition.

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Telephone,

no noise.

Dreamt it rang.

No-one there.

Door knock.

Answered silence.

Met someone

unrecognizable

at the door.

Clothed in

river bed muck.

Standing

on the doorstep

at the open door

in silence 

at night.

Seething

hatred

pouring from

my eyes

at myself.

I did not know...

It was myself.

Secret door.

No-one there.

No-one rang.

Wind swept,

not invited in.

I think it's

raining outside?

Jinx!

Double jinx!

Something's

nothing.

Repeat, over?

Apostrophe's

catastrophe.

Couldn't tell

rain falling

Unregistered claimant

Hooded

men lifting

the corner

of a four

leaf clover

velveteen bulbous

inflated fur

Breaking, new

cypresses line

the driveway

headlights swept

landing strip striped

the mind land

highway lay sideways

upside down

drifting aimlessly,

all over the place.

The vampire may

not enter

without invitation.

The old

abandoned

house.

Zero return.

Whispering,

forty-three

seconds

from

now.

© 2018 Brett Hernan


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Brett Hernan
Brett Hernan

Hobart, Tasmania, Australia



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Low-resolution sample only. Born 1968. All of the images accompanying each of these written works are my own. (Except that one of the guy putting a flower into a soldier's rifle barrel!) more..

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