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Thursday, May 16, 2002

Letter From Gorelets.com...

Dear WB:

Thanks so much for posting your work on my damned fridge at Gorelets.Com.I'm glad the terms inspired you to generate some sick thoughts. I really like "Pale Memory" and "Memory Box" (two in a series ;-) ) -- they are suitably twisted and they nicely produce that dark emotional twinge that only good poems can capture. "Splitting with rare wonder the grey eve" is quite a line!

Thanks for sharing! These are your literary property, in my opinion, so if you ever want me to delete them, just send me a message. I will paste the text below so that you'll have a copy of your work for your own records (something that real fridges never let us do!).

Thanks again. And stay gory,

Yours,
Mike Arnzen

posted by W.B. Vogel III at 6:45 AM

Wednesday, May 15, 2002

"Pale Memory"
by
W.B. Vogel

Pale memory, a numb machine that contorts,
The writhing, red soil of the hazy heart,
Splitting with rare wonder the grey eve,
Is mad to denude the broken gleam.

May 15, 2002 A.D.

(Note: Another Gorelets.com poem...)

posted by W.B. Vogel III at 8:59 AM

Tuesday, May 14, 2002

"Memory Box"
by
W.B. Vogel

Red soil writhing like unctuous memory,
Grinding as nerves embalmed inside,
An open skin casket.

May 14, 2002 A.D.

Made with the Gorelets.com "Refrigerator Of The..." word list. It's supposed to be gross...

posted by W.B. Vogel III at 2:29 PM

"DeepBlackDream"
by
W.B. Vogel

I lie here in silent stillness, dreaming,
Of her shining in perfect darkness,

Will she ever be, anything to me,
But my deep, black dream,
An eternal adoration,

I lie here in silent stillness, dreaming,
Of her shining in perfect darkness,

Will she ever see, anything in me,
But my deep, black dream,
As I wait in contemplation,

She will forever be, everything to me,
If only in my deep, black dream.

May 14, 2002 A.D.

posted by W.B. Vogel III at 8:52 AM

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