Black Basement Poems

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Day 31

From Stephen King’s Black House, Chapter 29.

Piss, puke, or pass out: 

do this by telling a very simple story

little words

And what are those words?

I can’t remember. 

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Day 30

From Stephen King’s Black House, Chapter 30

That can’t be a dragon

No way

Did you want some of this

edge of madness?

BUT he is strong.  

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Day 29

From Stephen King’s Black House, Chapter 29. 

Bulging vampire teeth

designed to keep out unwanted guests

very large 

so big

huge

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Day 28

From Stephen King’s Black House, Chapter 28.

OZ POEM

anymore, Toto,

maybe you didn’t notice

a sky that has gone white and

a peal of maniacal laughter and

the flickering shapes in the trees

Perhaps it’s              imagination.

It’s impossible to tell. 

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Day 27

From Stephen King’s Black House, Chapter 25.

Oh forget about that

to fart at a prayer meeting

her eyes look like bullet holes

swirls and scoops of blood

like a fishhook in his mind

It was his name on the form, wasn’t it? 

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Day 26

From Stephen King’s Black House, Chapter 26.

FRAT HOUSE POEM: 

Camelot and Avalon

like Hill House

like Rose Red

crouching, leaning

oddly banal

The boy is safe

The boy must be

the boy before

an extremely unpleasant idea: 

I can make you a bromise: 

The Brew Crew 

is relentless.  

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Day 25

From Stephen King’s Black House, Chapter 23

One more drink

One more drink

fourth gimlet, slightly slurred

the bartender

bartender

bartender

At the bar

I can smell beer... and peanuts...

another drink

another drink

take my drink        as an insurance policy.

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Day 24

From Stephen King’s Black House, Chapter 22.

a lovely white rushing

one of those stupid things

a symphony

like a bee into a flower

like a shed snakeskin

like the quills on a porcupine

something interesting

It’s wonderful.  And you are, too.

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Day 23

From Stephen King’s Black House, Chapter 21

Yes-yes-yes

a tent       lay dying

simple reality

like being brushed with feathers. 

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Day 22

From Stephen King’s Black House, Chapter 17.

the scene of so much excitement--

Potter, at last--

it never goes away

It’s not the world’s best thing to be

magic

And although he’s starting to get excited

that deep flicker

There is a shadow

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Day 21

From Stephen King’s Black House, Chapter 21.

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Day 20

From Stephen King’s Black House, Chapter 20.

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Day 19

From Stephen King’s Black House, Chapter 19.

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Day 18

From Stephen King’s Black House, Chapter 18.

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Day 17

From Stephen King’s Black House, Chapter 17.

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Day 16

From Stephen King’s Black House, Chapter 16

*I GAVE UP ON HAIKU AFTER THIS. 

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Day 15

From Stephen King’s Black House, Chapter 15