5 poems by David L O’Nan “A New Perspective to Greensleeves” “Training Phantoms” “Mechanical Wheel” “Backyard Barbie Dolls” “The Demons”


He was the seasick Italian boy
We rummaged his mind and found broken crystals
And loose Ivory piano keys
He was a master pianist who stole the bread,
Tried to spread peace on the side
He exuded a mad mind which he took out on the corruptive soldiers
In the lands of taxidermy
He relaxed that mind when creating a masterpiece with his music
He played the piano in the nude
He felt music was pure, cleansing to the soul and felt only beauty
The beauty of only a cleansing of music and body
There he was like Psycho-bare Beethoven with a Beatles haircut
A nose ring and in a sweat
He was a physical whore to his music
Self-surrendering himself to the sound
He began as night and entered
The dawn bleeding gorgeous straight from the musical womb


Laying down in my dying sheets
Amongst a crowd of maggots and fleas
I dream of her and I on our wedding day
In my coma dreams
You take my blood, you slow my heart
Tell me to breathe
How do I start?
Is this how you train your ghosts?

Mechanical Wheel

Mechanical wheel behind the trees
I’m blinded by yesterday’s stars
last night’s crescent moon
mid-morning’s hatred for late afternoon
that old woman…
is she still with you?
Living off dry bread and wet leaves…
sewing patches onto burning cotton sleeves

Is Miss August and her endless caper
still laying by the shore…
sipping margaritas…
sharing the slow tune of life’s infinite bore
Are you still stuck with the dreams,
of living in outer space? Collecting the stars …
putting them in your top hat
filled with the galaxy’s waste
Can I have a moment with you?
Now we are under a blood moon…
and feathers are floating in the night sky
Will they land on the surface of the Earth,
or will they continue falling until I die?
Mechanical wheel,
are you still real?
Is the rust forming
on your metal face…

covering your body with bumps
causing you to feel ill?
Are the black eyes of the sun
laughing at you?
becoming one with you,
empowering you….
is the malicious chaos
that surround motivation?
The blood burns like an inferno
feeling a little determination….
rejuvenation or just more relaxation…
go ahead and lay in the wind’s breeze
…feel shallow, helpless…urge your disease
Let the sea crest in your body…
feel the power of the ocean’s current
in your chest…
grab a wave or float on by…
your hand will either be empty
or touching the sky

Backyard Barbie Dolls

Ethereal poses by the backyard Barbie dolls
She wants to join them
They dream unlike her,
a shallow gel over a burning world
They live a different dream
But she,
she wants to join them
Walk with a healthy strut,
red lipstick smear to smut
Pretend you’re never old,
if you want to join them
Suppress your caustic old-fashioned smile
Too crooked you’ll poison your ideal
Inherit the smirk of a dying golden rain
If you want to join them
There is a shelter you dare to seek
A natural beauty left on the brink
Hold your head over a toilet or a sink
Flush your mind into the pipes
if you want to join them
Barbies they want to play
Sucking limousines across the way
They have bleached away another perfect day
Digesting the Cancer
that lives inside them
There is a price tag on the plastic nude
She lays there crippled and rude
Overflowing in suntan oil and booze
Waiting for the eyes to join her


One sheet to the floor
I swear it is freezing
Your love calls me dead,
Your populous says crazy
I can’t explain the fears,
the ghosts are persuasive
I am not alone when you think I am
New screams,
not for the living
Not a dream,
love asleep
But baby,
I feel the demons

Wolfpack Contributor EIC Bios: David L O’Nan & HilLesha O’Nan

photo by Jen Theodore on Unsplash

By davidlonan1

David writes poetry, short stories, and writings that'll make you think or laugh, provoking you to examine images in your mind. To submit poetry, photography, art, please send to feversofthemind@gmail.com. Twitter: @davidLOnan1 + @feversof Facebook: DavidLONan1

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