Is this a nightmare? Styles flex, with the windGates lie still: hide around cornersAnd strong beings, smell, dead, they lay unseen.Here, looks of doom–fill anonymous rooms,Where strange manuscripts–:Dare, to tell the dead–what lies ahead.There amid many, strange items I found:Raving of madmen–curses and clowns–Black books, rocks, legends and frowns.Along part its route, crawls, only shadows–In ominous shapes: not to be determined,In these isolation vaults, down, way down….Haunted by huge nightmaresOne lives by these monolith unbridled spiritsDrossy, wonderful, I say permanently, screaming!…Dlsiluk, 5/16/04 [revised: 9/102005] #821Note by Rosa: Dennis Siluk published a recently, or last year or so, called “The Macabre Poems,” it had been his 27th book [now he's 31, which his new book developing, "Peruvian Poems," next month]; and his 4th book in poetry. And his deepest book in this variety. Matter-of-fact, he followed the trail of such poets–in making this book–such poets as: Clark A. Johnson, Lovecraft, Robert Howard, and of course his favored, George Sterling; in this he concentrated on the more further collection of adjectives for explanation, as he calls it; and made a declaration on the book, and in public places when the book came out, saying: “If you want to know who you are working with, you got to take a muster-seed of faith with you to the sets of hell; playing it safe won’t get you home.” Composition, as Dennis says: could be many points to many people, and denying the invisible world isn’t the way to fact and truth. Ergo, this is a poetry that never caused it to be into his book.
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