Collected Poems 2000-2004

These poems were written after I owned a computer.  I have not gone down to the dust-covered boxes in my cellar to retrieve my work from the days of printed poetry journals and magazines.  Many of these poems were written for horror magazines and some are quite gruesome.   While a minority of these poems might be classified as erotic horror, they are primarily horror rather than erotica.  Hopefully, they will turn you off more than they turn you on.

During the time period that I wrote these poems, I was publishing erotic horror prose under the pseudonym Sue D'Nimm.  Some of Sue's stories are published under her name on literotica.  In fact, Oneiria would still be Sue'D'Nimm, but for the fact that Oneiria cannot remember Sue's literotica login information.  

I will present the poems in the order I called them up from the Hades of my computer's memory bins, namely in alphabetic order by title.

Dead robins
gather more worms.

.
Arizona Desert

Goose shadows fly
on melting mountain snow.

A hemispheric bowl
listens for the galaxy's lost voices while

a wolf pup
watches the cold moon rise.

Blinds

drawn against the starlight;
four wonderstruck eyes

watch the live TV coverage
of the lunar eclipse.

The Coldness of Moonlight

Two forms nestled,
his hand resting upon her soft breast,
 
a moment stolen
from the emptiness of time.

 Darker Moons

Some moons are darker than others,
     Woman splashes in a midnight stream,
their stolen light dimmed as though craters were cancer.
     and eyes watch from cold shadows.

Five orbs shrouded by:
     a smothering cloud,
     the deep umbra of the trees,
     the darkness of rushing water.

Silken hair floats, gently
     caressing her alabaster breasts.
She breathes in the frosty air,
     the night wind's final gift.

Corporate-nailed eyes
flail desperately in their sockets,

seeking sweater/pants bulges,
the vista beyond their lonely prison,

but shun the other eyes,
trapped coldly in their own

hemispherical hells.

A bird's footprints in the silent snow.
The wind howls its fury.

Flotsam & Jetsam

They looked at her with those
dead eyes, their
leather-miniskirted fishnet legs
still shining in the neon sunset glow.
The johns sped by, safely
encased in their cruising
car bubbles, their minds locked tightly
inside their mind bubbles.
Dead thoughts that were
far too cold in this March air,
her body flayed before them,
 graciously welcoming them far inside her
cavities.

The lost leather-skirted
little girls and moms,
with their
punctured arms and bleeding noses
beckoned them,
but she could still hear
the thoughts of the
lonely boy, the one
over on Third, the one
with the gun pressed so softly against the
roof of his mouth last night, the one whose
brains would decorate tomorrow's ceiling,
and so she
took the cab and found him still
drunk on the floor as she bent to
unbuckle him, pressing his drunken lips to her
naked breast, bending to nurse on his death,
feeling his liquid
exploding against the roof of her mouth,
the way his brains would soon
fly to their ceiling home, and she
held him afterward,
rocking him, his cheek
pressed against her naked breast,
and listened to the thoughts
of the fishes eating each other
in the East River
and to the purring
of a single cat.

. French-Kissing the Lady in the Lake

Her smile
dances like moonlight on the waters.

He slowly bends
to kiss her glasslike perfection,

glimpses her
true face, then howls

tongueless into the night.

Hiroshima

A silent wind
swiftly pursues the fleeting light.

Shadow people dance,
a fresco frozen on an empty wall.

Somewhere amid the fires,
a lone dog barks.

Rock hard.
She snakes her body around his,
impaling herself upon him,
smiling that
cold smile as her

serpent hair
slithers across his granite chest,
stroking another as she
rides him with the softness of flesh
never to be his.

Memory Rain

In the lost spaces
between nanosecond thoughts,

the void grins,
beckoning you

to come and play,
to run your tongue softly

over the teeth you wore
before you were born.

Perfection Completed

A mechanical deer
gracefully stops
at the foot
of the
artfully-designed,
solar-powered
Zen-like waterfall,
accidentally crushing
the last cockroach.

The titanium crow
circling overhead
caws triumphantly.

Poemis Interruptus

Lack of completion
renders a poem worthless
unless

Reunion
     
I rip you gently from the earth,
open your mouth to kiss you,

feeling your precious teeth
crushed closely against mine.

I receive your soft tongue,
trying not to think of it

as a maggot
but rather as your shining white soul,

born of your dying flesh.
I swallow it whole.

Now will you forever
be a part of me.

His fingers trace
the bumps on her naked spine,
the ridges of her cheekbones.

She smiles at him
as he is lost
in thoughts

of whiteness.

Rock of Ages

The mountains' elongating shadows
penetrated
by a thousand white steeples,
strewn like seeds upon the quiet valley's soil,
forming an army of accusatory fingers
jabbing at the unanswering
silence

of space.
.

Seascape

The sun glistens off a silent sea.
A lone gull circles,

watching for the playful splash
of the half-eaten seal.

Skeleton Girls

with holes for eyes
sucking your soul
clenching your marrow

tightly to their joints;
all the while
smiling that unholy smile.

Slave Ship

The gentle sloshing of the sea
is broken by a hacking cough
and the quiet rattle of a chain.

A baby's cry
goes unanswered in the darkness,
its milk

dripping from its mother's unrepentant nipple
onto the rotting wood.

trembles on its stem
silently awaiting
the winter wind's
final kiss.

The Silence

thunders off stained glass panels
depicting the agonies of lost souls.

The wretched sinner kneels,
waiting for the stone dead eyes
of the crucified marble savior

to awaken,
His alabaster ears
to hear the screams

that echo in the empty cracks
and slither like shadows
into his unholy brain.

blew her gentle scream
from his hungry ears.

her soul,
devoured by a greedy God,

no longer his
to worship,

her eyes
no more smiling

with his gift of pain.

A child screaming
The bomb going off at 3:34,

because her paper airplane
bodies falling from the sky like broken human rain

is blown into the lake
puncturing the sea like the devil's own hail.

Violations of the Second Law

Two roses,
 borrowed dirt
quickened with the light

of a dying star.

Your Flesh

clings to
hardening arteries like
trembling leaves to a
withering vine,
afraid to fly
into father dirt's
welcoming arms.