The Return Of H.p. Lovecraft

The Return Of H.p. Lovecraft short poem

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oblong face like an opal grape
crag of nose guarding coinpurse mouth
how strange after a brief oblivion –
eighty years in the grave leapt
an exhalation of moribund mold –
body produced as a conjurer’s trick
shaken out of the ground
to blink at the ordinary horrors
of the twenty-first century

having found out about his return
the world looms in abuzz
a single unsleeping eye and an implacable
maw hungry for the diversion of news
could not let him alone
every wilderness full of adventure seekers
even the corner dust in the most common room
teeming with explanation – pollen,
textile fibers, shed hair and skin cells
from the ordinary souls that passed through
but not completely away

deathless he could not sleep
and sleepless he could not dream
so fraught with anxiety to the point of paralysis
he sedimented the dull dregs of himself
the unremarkable merely physical
setting up like an idol
eyes open now for eternity
standing stiff in the darkest corner
of the last independent bookstore in Arkham

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a poet from Seattle Washington USA. His poetry has appeared in print in publications such as Bellowing Ark, Point Nopoint, and most recently in Contraposition magazine. When not writing poetry he is a Human Resources professional, a repentant glutton, and a novelist specializing in the weird-fiction genre.
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