Late-Night Poetry

This is a late-night ADULT poem written for an upcoming April 2nd Into the Darkness Radio Show featuring…David Lynch’s…short films. The film, “Absurd Encounter With Fear,” inspired this verse.

Fallowed Souls

Fall is yellowed,
eyes like pathogens,
green manure skin,
recovered grins,
lust the dust of unused
wheat fields,
and I am sallow,
tinged, and wading in,
hands above hollow
stalks, my love.

She squats ‘mong rusty reeds,
holding her knees,
and I unzip silently
behind her ghost gum face,
pull out all my wicked weeds;
I’d saved the best of these
to sprinkle on her crown;
she doesn’t turn ’round.
And after all my seedlings die,
I, too, unbound;
our fallowed souls
feel one final sundown.


  1. I love the decrepit, disturbing imagery; the stringed accompaniment to that weird Lynch short reminded me of the frenetic strings on the Clash’s ‘Lose This Skin’ from ‘Sandinista ft. Tymon Dogg: riveting and blood curdling brrrrrr

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    • Oh, nice connection; and so very nice to see a comment here. My late night writes are an outlet really, so I thought, this is my digital space, I’m going to be bold and include one every now and again; love Lynch’s shorts. So glad you could see the artistry. Thank you.

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