Poetry from Jacques Fleury

What If You Were a Psycho Poe?!

 Inspired by Boston-born poet Edgar Allan Poe

Fanciful statue of Edgar Allan Poe, billowing coat in the wind, walking with a strong stride, scary raven opening his briefcase. He's on a modern city scape, walking on brick with trees and a stoplight behind him and hair blowing in the wind. Copper is green with age.
Photo c/o Jacques Fleury

What if you were a psycho Poe?

Would you read poems to me as wolves howl by moonlight?

Would you be that “uncle uncouth kook”

who scurry around with a black cape at night?
Would you read to me about your obsession with your

  elderly neighbor with the “evil eye” and

  how in your madness you dismembered and buried him below your thighs ?!

Would you tell me about your pet bird “Raven”?

And that you often think about stuffing it in your oven?


Would you tell me incendiary tales of lurking males whose

                murderous prowess never fails? 

True! VERY true-you could be a shadowy vision in the night
Hiding in your own fermented fright
No friends or foe abide in your sight
Only you seem to be the lone one under the cover of night
HAWK! HAWK! Who goes there?!

And in that moment truth be true,

why you’re undertaking your own entombment

Resulting from autonomous nervous system reactions to loveless threats

Resorting to becoming a kook who cooks his pets!

An embodiment of dysfunctional patterns of psycho prototypes

Practicing man-made madness archetypes

    negative neurological feedback loops succumb to lunacy

Living on chilling hills in your ominous haughty chateau

Where you’re likely to take down your victims

disguised as guests with just one blow!

Below you sit a body of water where bare bodies are submerged

      and nightmares come true

And as mounting bodies are stacked,

To Boston you’ll turn your back too!

Your traumas, your wounds your trials

Lead to your passions your purpose

That which makes your pig lust hideous heart beat faster at midnight

Amidst the night when one longer stick lie atop a shorter stick and the

Coo coo c (l) ock COMES oooouuuuut to flip you his bird!

A ghastly desire that you must retire

Sunken shadowy “eye” peeping peep holes

Maladroit cataracts heal their woes

Oh! good god! this tell-tale is finally told!!

Now this heart no longer bears a confession to behold…–

Young adult Black man with short shaved hair, a big smile, and a suit and purple tie.
Jacques Fleury
Silhouetted figure leaping off into the unknown with hand and leg raised. Bushes and tree in the foreground, mountains ahead. Book is green and yellow with black text and title.
Jacques Fleury’s book You Are Enough: The Journey Towards Understanding Your Authentic Self

Jacques Fleury is a Boston Globe featured Haitian American Poet, Educator, Author of four books and a literary arts student at Harvard University online. His latest publication “You Are Enough: The Journey to Accepting Your Authentic Self”  & other titles are available at all Boston Public Libraries, the University of Massachusetts Healey Library, University of  Wyoming, Askews and Holts Library Services in the United Kingdom, The Harvard Book Store, The Grolier Poetry Bookshop, Amazon etc…  He has been published in prestigious publications such as Wilderness House Literary Review, Muddy River Poetry Review, Litterateur Redefining World anthologies out of India, Poets Reading the News, the Cornell University Press anthology Class Lives: Stories from Our Economic Divide, Boston Area Small Press and Poetry Scene among others…Visit him at:  http://www.authorsden.com/jacquesfleury.–

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