JinxA Poem by Brett HernanCensored nightmare crossword puzzle collage composition.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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Added on May 24, 2016 Last Updated on January 27, 2018 Tags: First person shooter, Australian poetry, Tasmanian poetry, Jinx, Brett Hernan, poetry, Australian poet, Tasmanian poet AuthorBrett HernanHobart, Tasmania, AustraliaAboutLow-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..Writing
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