Erik Ash

Wild and Royal

Wild and royal,
   with the grin of exuberant agony.
Yellow and worn down.
Dead,
   but not alive.

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Concrete Mushrooms

Shivering in the subterranean darkness
In the thick air of the sickly, moldy death,
There sprouts a strange and wondrous jungle of fungus.
From corpses permeate a new kind of breath.

How Are You?

How am I?

My every waking moment is a fun mixture of despair, loneliness, and humiliation. And my every sleeping moment is a nightmare.

So that’s how I am. That’s my life.

How are you?

July 26th, 2013 Free Verse haiku

Green grass
smothered
by white cars

Mocking Pigeon

Along the floorboards of teetering houses,
Flapping and squawking like a dirty joke,
In the base of my soul, such rage arouses.
Oh, the horror. In a lake of blood, bodies float.

Ship in the Sea

Ship in the sea,
steady on violent waves.
Ship in the sea,
build a new world for me.

Machines groan in the delightful splash
and saturate their bodies with humidity.
Flags of forgotten unions whistle
a pirate tune to the wind.
Dreams are locked away
in garish chests and metal coffins.

A tattoo for each flesh
that lays crooning in exotic nests.
A scar for each storm
lashed out in lovely shambles.
Gut rotting with powdered death,
head soaked in its own bliss.

Ship in the sea,
sailing to slick harbors.
Ship in the sea,
build a new world for me.

Wire Tower

Tower
Of white and red.
Wires all tangled up
In the ceaseless Miss Electric.
Chaos.

Ghazals of the Wintertime: II

I am lost in the fox’s fur,
bleeding from the white spikes, and shivering.

Amidst the snarling beasts and curs,
I hear only the light chime of your laugh. And I’m shivering.

Cast down from blistering heights
into the cold, empty void; shivering.

As I grasp at the flesh of life,
your eyes shimmer against the stars. And I’m shivering.

Phantom rocks silently float,
fallen prey to a crystal sickness, shivering.

Under the stare of forlorn ghosts,
your bold light flies. And I’m shivering.

Ghazals of the Winter. I.

At night I lie awake, whispering somber cries
Nightmares of anguish; from your memory I cannot hide.

Only in dreams do I love, alas my fate.
Longing and longing; from your shadow I cannot hide.

What shadows have you had? What knaves?
I swirl in sickness; from this disease I cannot hide.

The brutal cold gnaws at my hands, warmth shall never be mine
Your smiles have forsaken me, from emptiness I cannot hide.

I shiver and whisper in the bitter grind.
Aching with forlorn dreams, from your touch I cannot hide.

It is over. The fires have seized me.
May the winds carry my spirit to your side. From your dream I cannot hide.

Wisconsin Barn and a Quatrain

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Shivering in the subterranean darkness
In the thick air of the sickly, moldy death,
There sprouts a strange and wondrous jungle of fungus.
From corpses permeates a new kind of breath.