Hey everyone,
As you may or may not know, back in January I completed my ‘What the Haiku’ challenge of doing a Twin Peaks related haiku every day for a year and putting them on YouTube. Well, I’ve brought them out of the notes section of my phone (in case I sit in a paddling pool with my phone like I did with the last one) and put them all together here for you to see. They aren’t organised in any way, shape or form, but they’re all here.
This ties in quite nicely with the lovely article that Welcome to Twin Peaks did about the project. You can read it here.
https://welcometotwinpeaks.com/inspiration/daily-twin-peaks-haiku-for-one-year/
Inspiration came from just about every piece of Twin Peaks material there is. Season 1, Season 2, The Return, Laura’s Secret Diary, Cooper’s Tapes, the Access Guide, Deleted Scenes, Missing Pieces, Fire Walk With Me. Just about everything was visited at some point. All the videos are on YouTube. Just pick a date and type “What the Haiku 11th July” or whatever into the search bar and up it should pop.
I did them everywhere from my local park in Twickenham to the Mediterranean Sea. No matter what was going on, there was a haiku. OFSTED inspections, holidays, births, you name it. There’s even a special guest appearance in there somewhere from Dana Ashbrook, who was kind enough to appear in one of them. Sometimes I did them last thing at night when all I really wanted to do was go to sleep; others I spent hours on, adding special effects and learning how to speak backwards. There’s even one about Jean Renault which I did in French.
Anyway, here they all are. Scroll down and pick a random one. There are some links at the bottom to my other Twin Peaks poetry. If you make it that far, I’d love it if you read a few of those.
I’m so grateful to all the people who worked on making this incredible show. It’s been a source of joy and inspiration to me since I was 14 years old. This, I suppose, was my way of celebrating that.
Shelley, oh Shelley,
Captivating in azure,
Coffee, por favor
The dreamer dreams on
Unaware of switching time
Poured into new moulds.
Alert my attorney,
Munch on a raw carrot stick
Slip into old ways
Glowing, golden orb,
Conception of a goddess
Delivering hope
Garmonbozia
Tiny dancer in crimson
Here you will evolve
Foaming water fall
Woods and spirits call on you
And fear can take all.
A beauty queen lost
Gone from her coronation
Are you fine, Annie?
Riding his Harley
James kills the headlights and goes!
Not round corners, though
Oh Ed, you big lug,
In woods, you shot out my eye
Said you didn’t try?
Mountie King’s fine hat
His red tunic and all that
Behaved like a Prat!
Morons and halfwits
Jibes for any occasion
We’ll miss you, Albert!
Norwegians dispatched,
Pencil lead through styrofoam
You wouldn’t, would you?
Poor Ruth Davenport
Severed head upon a man
Scuba diving’s off!
Bringing you coffee
She entreats you, let her see
Curiosity
Once within, succumbs
To Evil unboxed, unleashed
unclothed she meets death
Le serpent mal, Jean,
Mefiez-vous de sa lame vite
Il crache des mensonges
(The evil snake, Jean,
Beware of his swift blade,
He spits lies)
A joyless coupling
Bodies writhing, souls absent
4 3 0 and lost.
Starting positions
Eyes locked, tensed, ready to go
Fly against hornet.
The deck is stacked high
Game won before it begins
Starting positions
My Lady’s Slipper
Since I have none of my own,
Tell me your stories.
We got a phone here
Yeah, It’s got a little ring.
Hear me, J Edgar?
Little Nicky steers,
Wheels rotate through empty air,
Look out, Uncle Dick!
Love the Sheriff so,
You can’t help but hurt him though,
Cats scratch their saviours
A boy hate conceived,
Damned to rip and roar and want
Until he burns up
He sold me a glove,
Told me about destiny
I said, “Right, Guv’nor!”
Endless Purple Waves
Tidal pull of memories
beneath this fortress
Nowhere else to go,
Pink lady always on show,
In your heart, she’ll grow
Head to furry head
A brief taste of llama breath
Then back to business.
Ill place to stand,
Fred Truax by the staircase
Can’t dodge The true axe!
You’re a whole damn town
Wondrous heart without limit
Tuned to the pure light
Norma’s Double R
Where pies must go when they die,
But what else to try?
Half decent omelettes
The loudest jukebox in town
Seats that spin around
Jailbirds pinch your gear
Blood brother waits to bring fear
And watch for pitch gum!
Norma does the books,
Shelley pours, Heidi giggles
None speak of Annie!
Laughed off your bullets
Ray Monroe, He comes for you
Certain as the dusk
Bough, branch, bark, leaf, twig
All make the deep woods alive
Owls, though, make them see
Wherever you’re from
You’re my boy and I love you
Now get up that rock!
Silent drape runners
Thoroughly greased all along
We’ll be millionaires.
Paint those suckers gold,
Give them means to liberate
The downtrodden hordes
Selling shoes by day,
Hunting my old friend by night,
It’s hard with one arm!
You can say his name,
Say BOB made you a killer
Scream it to heaven,
You did this low deed,
So dance ‘til your hair turns white
She’ll never come back
Bewick’s wren so calm
Watching all that passes by
Such things you’ve witnessed.
Electricity
Rush through oil that moves futures
Leaving hope behind
Sheets wrapped around her
Asking you, “Don’t you like me?”
Needs or wants, Cooper?
A Native headdress
Count the feathers while you stare
Answers never come.
Raise that sword aloft
Chomp a cigar and cry out:
Pickett’s mighty charge.
Descend to darkness,
Cave of magic and wonder
Much may be revealed
Scared off Denver Bob,
But others of sterner stuff
Unveil plans within.
Dashing pugilist
No fan of belligerence
Where did you go, Chet?
A man of wisdom
With a living map to share
Not about bunnies!
Hey, football hero,
You and the trucker’s wife, huh?
She’ll make you see Red.
Neither breath nor thought
No pause for contemplation
Straight to 315.
John Justice Wheeler
Lover of a fine sweater
Speaker of hard truths
Terror bleeds away,
A master of disguises
But none shield his soul
Tell me, did you hear
Laura’s scream in the forest
Emptiness after.
Swinging overhead
Deals in action and stillness
Red to green and back
Grab your hat and coat
A body’s been discovered.
Can it still be true?
Tojamura-san
She’s a caution, isn’t she?
The boss’ sister
Keep mink oil away
For always those claws are sharp
Just ask Little Elvis
You’ve never stocked it
That quirky turkey jerky
Is it for the men?
Oh that fine sandwich
Baguette with Brie and butter
Sniff it, savour it.
Celebrate his fate
Spin around and blow kazoos
Embrace each other
Just watch his head
Lest it slump to just desserts
Hat, shades and all.
My husband’s jaguar
Fix it up and maybe more
God, your judgement’s poor.
Ring of jade and gold
Bending hearts that you behold
Mystery of old
By the gazebo
A girl who looked like Laura
Then pain and darkness
Colonel Milford’s wife
Was she paid to end his life?
Speculation’s rife
Tied up, left to burn
Oh, Fortune’s wheel, won’t you turn
Round in this dark mill
Richard speaks out
There’s no other wine but this
Bandage soaked in red
Airplane slam’s not on
No gold for crippling people
Second, what a drag
A gift from Josie
Reminds you of old movies,
So you shout, Banzai!
Judy, Utukku
Escaped from the underworld
Whose face do you wear?
Hold in the button,
Share some thoughts, your innermost,
She’ll always listen
Find The Yellow Book
an answer to the saucers
Keep an open mind.
Just words on a page
Why does the doctor stumble?
Why so difficult?
Is it the details?
The cruelty that brings on tears?
Or is it the waste?
The words cut deeply
Because he delivered her
Delivered Laura
He brought her to life
And wasn’t there at her end
Powerless, he reads.
Sawmill River Lodge
Finest hotel in Twin Peaks
Conflagration time!
A shirt soaked in blood
Hide it quick before he comes
Leo’s been naughty
He likes his house clean
It’s well worth the violence
To be in control
Standing by the falls
A clean place, reasonably priced
Warm milk by the glass
A weeping clown’s face
Sentinels this great diner
Hap’s, for fine cuisine
Loathing breathed you out
Set you loose among us all
To fell your victims
Snowshoe, cottontail
It’s not about the bunnies
Even chocolate ones!
See the white stallion
Feel the milk drag you downwards
Know you’re complicit
Make your final choice
Full blossom of the evening
It’s what you favour
The professor sweats
Risks a shock with every drip
Go get ‘em Ernie
Dirty bearded men
Feel them reach inside your brain
Squeeze like Beast Rabban
Prudence in your mask
Fend off familial hands
Fight the sick feeling.
There’s a darkness there
That of stories seldom told
The woods hold so much
Coach Bobo Hobson
Did the business with his team,
Bookhouse boys kicked ass!
Jade and Emerald
Two gems who will invite you
To see Montana
Candles ring the dirt
Welcome to the killer’s lair
Come in, make a wish
The scent of Blue Rose
Overwhelming, alluring
Tammy joins the hunt.
You wait for parole
Vehicular Manslaughter
All part of the plan
As I live and breathe
Mibbler moves at a snail’s pace
Fetching you your key!
Bright girl, all straight A’s
Advantages, privilege
Future all laid out
But betray your friend
Before she’s cold in the ground
Donna’s pain won’t end
She’ll search for answers
Through loyalty and blind duty
But true love will leave
He’ll take the high road
When friends die and things go south
Leave her all alone
No more bright future
Just Questions of parentage
Scars that never heal
Cut off in New York,
She’s a looker, a success
Until a meeting
A face from the past
Sends her reeling to the edge
Until she finds Will.
The vile mouth chuckles
Spitting out its loathsome tale
You can’t look away
One one nine she says
Purgatorial mantra
That brings her no peace
Stuff that face elsewhere!
Can’t eat your lunch in here, Chad
This room’s for meetings.
Your eyes can’t unsee
The horror of the train car
Though your mind runs away
Leo advances
Thinks you won’t pull the trigger
But you’ve had enough
Breakfast order up
Watch her sashay into view
Grapefruits freshly squeezed
The face you will see
Will shift from loving uncle
To a mask of death
You’ll try to escape
You’ll scream and cry to live on
But fate will take you
It was determined
The minute he saw your face
Maddie dies tonight
A chance glance reveals
Chickadee on a Dodge Dart
Not a finch, Harry!
Notes on fly catching:
Household electronics?
Excellent cudgels!
Go on, says Pinkle
It’s a fan of your cologne
Kiss the rodent, Dick!
Pillow pressing hard
Steals breath from the landed trout
While taped hand shudders
Queer Street’s where you’ll be
Searching for lost incisors
So play nice, Albert!
Two ledgers, a pig
One smoked, but which will be burnt.
Brothers’ dilemma
The year is unknown
But a dark-haired cousin walks
Where once she did not
Who else changes place?
Poor Teresa still lies cold
While others are saved.
Is it the right door?
You are far away in time
And all is shattered.
The policeman’s dream
Chocolate, jelly or frosted
Mynah bird topping
No hanging around
Thinking of those old cases
Time to get to work
Dress in your best gown
Glass of water; sheet spread round
Pills to pull you down
A crack and you know
Though you shut out what you saw
You can’t stay the sound
It rips through your heart
Screams your baby is taken
Leaving you standing
Surrounded, alone
Callous engine roar recedes
Then silence of truth
Silence of judgement
From the concerned, yet relieved
Relieved they’re not you
The games you have played
Have now ended forever
Life’s intersection
Green to endless red
All joy and meaning stolen
And no-one to help
‘Til a wrinkled hand
Reaching outward to connect
And hope is kindled
With scent of burnt oil
A ring of sycamores stand
Watchers at the gate
A brutal hitman
You Put the pick in here, Ike
In and out, real neat.
Follow the lodge light
Hit the jackpot without fail
Hobo on your trail.
Trussed up, painted toes
Dressing gown and vacuum sound
Blindfolded Battis
A message within
The vast pages of numbers,
From where does it come
Distant galaxies?
That’s what the Major reports.
It comes from the woods
A warning of owls
their duplicitous nature
And your name below.
Stranger in your bed
Speaking of things not yet come
Though somehow long done.
Cooper’s queen of hearts
Brings a message to Laura
Then leaves without trace
A Parking dispute
Quickly spins out of control
Suburban warfare.
Finger sandwiches
Sustenance when needed most
Platters from the girls.
Watching the glass box
part time job for one young man
But who pays the bills?
Cornered, no options
You search around for handholds
No friendly faces
Your web of deceit
Has finally strangled you
Last breath stutters through
The ones you have hurt
Are unable to save you
You’re part of the furniture.
Used up by the Hornes
This madam seeks out revenge
But allies with snakes
THE TOP BUREAU MAN
HE’S A FAN OF THE LADIES
AND A FINE BORDEAUX
Fix your hearts or die
A message to those who hate
One leg at a time.
Head for the rest rooms
To gather a new sample?
Look where you’re going.
If perchance you don’t
And foul play is suspected
Things could get messy
Taken off the air
Skulls split with terrible force
Clear for the message
Running through the woods
Assaulted by one’s own foot
Next stop: Wyoming
In Reno’s bright lights
A handsome pair tied the knot
Becky close behind
They loved for a while
Smouldering intensity
But parted in time
Bobby and Shelley
The couple we hoped would last
We can wish it still
Horace Vandersant
The Dutchman who built a lodge
Neither here nor there
Montana landmark
Now just dust by the highway
And yet so alive
A place to meet the lost
Place to conjure your answers
And watch the sparks fly.
Maddie’s cherry coke
untouched as she steals away
Waste of two dollars.
Make another you
Mould it from a single hair
A living tulpa
To be your stand in
To do your dirtiest work
To be a father
Carrie, the dreamer
live a life that never was
Until he finds you.
Constant car trouble
And An infectious giggle
Heidi: latecomer
Two rounds in the chest
Kick from the shotgun remains
His finger spasms
Single shot goes off
Hits the floor then he follows
He was told to stop
I told him to freeze
That’s what my report details
That’s what I told Dad
That day in the bank
Stopped a heart and someone’s life
My first duty kill
Then there are flowers
Jelly Donuts delivered
And I move forward
Cousins aplenty
In this wide world of Twin Peaks
None are as they seem.
Carved into the wall
Buried beneath wallpaper
Old, forgotten name
No shout or whisper
But it resides in our house
Listen to silence
The other one comes
No doorbell announces him
No knock at the door
It’s late to go out
And you’re feeling so sleepy
Take account of that
The books on the shelf
Are the favourites of lawmen
For times of repose
Her name’s not Hester
And though her story’s half-baked
She’ll show her talents
After fleeing court
Laying low in Mexico
James was short on dough
Fixed a gangster’s car
Judgement again below par
Trouble was in store
See the children stand
Bathed in light and then they’re gone
Alone in daylight
Stalking the office
A monster with pick in hand
Murder on his mind
Sunset boulevard
Unlocks the person within
Contained no longer
Above the tree line
Lives a race of noisy men
They’re all Icelanders!
Ash to the filter
Lion rips flesh from the bone
On endless repeat
Glastonbury Grove
But isn’t that in England?
Exchange knowing looks
Black smoke in your lungs
Makes it difficult to breathe
And no sign of her
Seeing your beauty
Can unlock the ear canals
And set socks ablaze
Tears by a train car
Picturing horrors within
Evil that men do
It’s plain ominous
So turn the lights on Tammy
And read of Hell Gate
Children disappear
As mother claims her tribute
In the desert night
A man without legs
Sits and laughs in his green chair
You can’t run from it
Hopes she is the one
Shows restraint though fire burns
Until she gives in
With gasoline smell
They drive into each othe
The bull by the horn
Detection of crimes
Is changes in behaviour
The little mistakes
Pretty distraction
His gaze on her sees her die
Training reveals all
A new recorder
And a first assignment calls
A Special Agent
All that paperwork
Necessitates assistance
So enter Diane
She’s experienced
And seems a duality
That’s of interest
Found chained to a tree
The kidnapped child is rescued
Chris Roe safe once more
Cooper’s first big win
Brings no sense of victory
Just sadness within
Widowed by design
No escape from men’s desire
Only the black veil
Seattle shopping
It soothes Josie’s troubled heart
But the bill is due
Mike. He is the man
But he can be body slammed
By the right lady!
An archivist’s note
Time to comment on the facts
Maybe speculate?
24601
He wears the number and waits
Condemned to the knife
Don’t come a-knockin!
When you see his jet rockin’
Just wait there, like Pete.
He’s here to collect
Dot the i’s and cross the t’s
But Catherine’s not sure
The view from inside
Is distorted and fractured
The veil of my death
Shut down all radar
It messes up their systems
What do they offer?
Little Audrey Horne
Laid up in the hospital
Easy prey for him
Giant, little man
The circle of trees beyond
A four and an H
From under the ground
The map to the lodge is found
Fear and love its keys
Maddy never left
She stayed on with her cousin
Underneath the grass
Those geese; they’re flying
Leo advances
Shelley isn’t there
He raises the axe
Are we clear Shelley’s not there?
Death is imminent
Bang, at the window
A bullet pierces Leo
Shelley: not present!
They live underground
Hear your thoughts and interfere
The Lemurians
On Lancelot Court
Stands a house with a red door
A promise of love.
Lost vicuña threads
Tying her to the shooting
The case is sewn up
A porcelain mask
Rests softly on The pillow
Ghostly eyes glowing
Holding memories
The soft contours of her face
The pain of lost love
Murder in her eyes
And a loaded gun in hand
Steven better run
He saw the Major
A few steps beyond the fence
Now he brings them back
A shadow is within
Creeping around as they search
Ready to crush him.
Cruising down the strip
And into sun baked desert
To meet the brothers
Certain death awaits
But for contents of a dream
And those of a box
Sweet cherries and crust
Stay executioner’s hand
Now reach for a fork
A beautiful dream
Or a horrible nightmare
Can a girl have both?
That house at Pearl Lakes
Where everything went so wrong
It stands disused now
Don’t disturb the man
Never before nine am
Unless your name’s Chet
They smell something off
Marjorie Green and Armstrong
But what’s the address?
Am I free to go
Cause Chip? He ain’t got no phone
That’s Barney’s brother.
Taking him away?
But the Morgans are coming
What about dinner?
It’s a world of strange
And anything can happen
As the music plays
Typing, listening
To Mike and Bobby’s intrigue
But they’re onto you
Through South Dakota
Tammy suffers in the car
Damn motion sickness!
Who’s Mister Strawberry?
Secret you’re desperate to keep
No one else can know!
Face in the mirror
Evil you hoped to defeat
Now pulls all your strings
Torchlight among trees
Hawk searches for any sign
Of the lost agent
Each day without fail
Treat yourself just once he says
Feel the benefits
Looking for Waldo,
Not as easy as you’d think
They need more coffee.
A dimly lit room
And malevolence within
From a small grey shape
Just smoke and mirrors?
Why won’t the unease subside
The fear it conjures
Lock up the garage
Hand over the keys to Coop
Then get your face rubbed
You bad girl Tracey
What is it you really want
Did some one send you?
Were you innocent
Just there for an attraction
Or was it deeper
Not what you ordered
But be open to new things
Like green tea latte
One sip won’t convince
But try again and you’ll see
How good change can be
Jeffries has questions
Who do you think this is there?
They couldn’t have known
Cooper’s dog tired
Like experiments they did
But his night’s not done
Sitting behind glass
But he’s with you in the room
The darkest feeling
Face of weathered stone
That cracks on recognition
Of concerned old friends
Is it genuine?
Eyes fill you with doubt and fear
And something much worse
Hollowed container
Once filled with a hero’s soul
Carries now echoes
Echoes of recall
Fragments of knowledge mixed up
Corrupted data
You pity this man
Whose dark eyes reach into you
For he is elsewhere
Words escape his mouth
Like it’s ne’er before been used
A stilted, flat voice
Repeated phrases
Requesting release from you
But there will be none
Bring the curtain down
Banish the sight of this thing
Thankful for the glass
There’s tea and biscuits
But never until you’re asked
The fish aren’t running.
On Blue Pine Mountain
The military are at work
Searching for voices
Eckhardt’s last surprise
Lies waiting inside the box
Too tempting to pass
Yes, Norma and Ed
They finally tied the knot
Love at last won out
For five nights a week
He rants from the mountaintop
They’re at it again.
Harry ne’er gave up
The search for his missing friend
He holds on to hope
Under the trailer
Touch the ring; a simple thing
Then on to darkness
Custom eyeglasses
Optical integration
Purple reality
Ernie died alone
A sad end but no surprise
In the waiting room
Ashes float away
Scattered on the windswept bay
With no friend to see
She was never there
Time is rewriting itself
With Laura present
She exists somewhere
Since wandering off that night
This is the new now.
Scouting the whole world
Investment is what he craves
And parties, and food
Laura’s empty chair
Classmates contemplate the space
Room to speculate
It doesn’t take much
To rekindle old passions
Just a photograph
To put you back there
In the throes of your first love
But what did you know
The girl was broken
Beyond your understanding
You, nought but a child
Your tears made her laugh
Your innocence she fed on
Your love didn’t help
And then she was gone
This girl you loved and hated
Dead, with you suspect
You raged at the town
Invited them all to share
Your own hidden guilt
That you couldn’t help
You didn’t even know to
Wouldn’t have changed her
You played at rebel
Dipped your toes in rough waters
But never dived in
For grounding you’d had
Two examples to follow
Never far away
The stalwart Betty
And the flier, the Major
Who dreamed your success
And in time you saw
That your life could be worth more
Despite losing her
You became a man
Took an oath and wore a star
Found love once again
Life’s disappointments
They came and they went in turn
Left dents in your shield
No happy marriage
Nor Jack Rabbit’s soothing tones
Just a strange numbness
Waiting for purpose
Poised to contribute your piece
When the stars aligned
It didn’t take much
To provide inspiration
Just a photograph
The curl of her hair
A winding road to travel
Back to youth’s hideout
Her eyes a caution
A reprimand for slowness
In finding your feet
Full lips that you knew
Now whisper encouragement
For journeys ahead
So wake up, Bobby
Win back your wife and your child
With love from she who once died
Lost in the forest
Leo finds sanctuary
His host: a question
Piece by deadly piece
The game beyond black and white
Two souls the ante.
Somewhere near Spokane
At 8:38 she speaks
Addressing the wind.
The girl he forgot
Left to waste away in time
Feeling simply fine
Shopping completed
But Pete missed one vital thing
forgot the weiners.
He copies your speech
Drives you beyond all madness
Does no one else hear?
A song of longing
From a captivating voice
The Roadhouse entranced
A den of vices
For indulging all pleasures
But tread carefully.
Caught between two loves
With a baby yet to come
Who will Lucy choose?
Staring straight ahead
Fit subject for awed vigil
Pistol raised aloft
Look around the door
He’s there by the chest of drawers
Tearing at your thoughts
Impress the judges
Win yourself a scholarship
Our new Miss Twin Peaks
Renowned food critic
Shrouded in great mystery
Always pays in cash
Sid’ll set us up
Black Yukon suckerpunchers
They creep up on you!
Study your hand, kid
Don’t let the pressure get you
Just follow the coin.
Fire in his glass eyes
A dark passion for Josie
Burns within Thomas
Promised a party
Lured in to serve dark purpose
Just a helpless pawn
The gum you favour
It will return to fashion
When all is revealed
Dickie and Dougie
Conspiratorial chat
They’re watching the skies
Brandish the sand wedge
Advance on a helpless Coop
Away just in time.
Scream becomes a roar
Calls my name; tries to enter
My dream, same as Mom’s
A Cub Scout backpack
Big tape recorder stuffed inside
Young Dale’s on the case
Asthma attack comes
Young Cooper floats to darkness
Until breath returns
Mother rubs his chest
And tells of the strangest dreams
Birds filling the sky
Marie in the window
Swaying gently back and forth
What are my feelings?
Route 487
Cooper’s first taste of coffee
At The Post and Beam
Two vital questions
Engaging Good and evil
The pursuit of love
False transparency
Glass box dense with summoned souls
Clear to inky black
She died from her wounds
Betty, who dreamed she was free
I felt the beast there.
Over furniture
Inevitable Advance
Towards your terror
The mask of your fears
Stares and Comes ever closer
Filling your vision
He’s flicking matches
Scaring the boy with strange rhymes
Beckoning him on
Clean your fingernails
There’s dirt way down underneath
Do as father says
School is out today
Homecoming queen’s gone away
Naught left but pictures
The wrong Dougie Jones
Kids screaming in the office
Nice work, detectives!
A foreign object
Tear the fingernail to see
A lone printed T
Around the circle
Conversation is drowned out
As the bottle goes
The pounding rhythm
Makes you lose yourself in pink
‘Til you see her lost.
Two stalwarts share time
One brings horrific tidings
Grandchild’s felonies
Prisoner or wife
Wants to leave but bound to stay
Lethe’s curse on Audrey
Picture on your wall
Doorway to the undreamed halls
Always sits ajar
Never sell your blood
While kind souls like Carl are here
He’ll steer you all right
Share stories in booths
Talk of people no one knows
Maybe scratch an itch
Pull the lever down
Watch the lucky sevens stick
Then hellooo-oooo-oooo
How are you today?
Richard’s coming to visit
No one’s safe from him
Playing for stalemate
Will only make him angry
He knows what you love
A father’s vision
Pure as marble, filled with love
A son’s bright future
You’re raisin’ a kid?
You gotta have a gym set
That’s fundamental
Spinning ever on
Blades slice air thick with sorrow
In a cursed house.
We don’t got specials
We don’t stand for no toe heads
This is Hap’s Mister.
Across this ocean
Senorita Dido waits
Breathes love throughout time
See Dougie like new
Trim physique that stirs feelings
Ideas for the night.
Betty keeps vigil
Sits late; prays he’ll reappear
Waiting for Garland
They each hold a key
Mutually assured ruin
But who will blink first
The cheque for Leo
Falls short of expectations
How will Shelly cope?
Objects of value
Twisted Hair shows us them all
Including a ring
A detonation
Delve within vast, growing cloud
To see evil born
Creeping hand winds round
Grabs her by her slender neck
Makes Josie submit
Cooper and Margaret
Each Crack nuts in the Roadhouse
List’ning to the sounds
James litters the place
And he barely sips his coke
Then Donna breaks down
They all sense sadness
As Julie sings of the world
What has come to pass?
Face at the window
A scary repetition
Have you gotta light?
A sickly figure
Rises up with eyes of pain
Vomit trickling Down
The killer unmasked
Harry struggles to believe
In evil so close
Detached from its host
The vile spirit scrambles on
To find another
Gathered at the bar
To see horrid truth laid bare
As lightning flashes
Over quick as that
Laura’s message heard at last
Coop raises a thumb
A thousand golf balls
Litter the scene of the crime
All traces wiped clean
Feathers fly around
Settling as the rage subsides
Trapped in a soft cell
A living novel
In which people bare their souls
Harold hears and dreams
Hold the green butt skunk
Dangling by a slender thread
Friendship through all things
Home from a hard day
Someone’s parked over your drive
Break out the Uzi!
Behind red curtains
Lies a world of black and white
Fear and love decide
The broken circle
Daddy bought me a pony
Still too young to ride.
Whispered gentle things
In a dream he climbed inside
I floated away
Smoking in the dark
Cradled by a Douglas fir
Owls reading my thoughts
I think of what’s raw
Of how she covered it up
How I’ll be different.
Rick and Josh and me
In the stream with soft, slow thoughts
Acting out desires
Owls are sometimes big
Margaret tells me this and more
Clear yet confusing
I am beautiful
Many people will love me
I’ve nothing for her
Trying not to fear
Sliding over pine needles
The old me is gone
He grabs my shoulders
Then Asks me my name and laughs
And then he hurts me
Leland has returned
He’s ready to sing and dance
With the brothers Horne
Louise Dumbrowski
Swings a torch for the Horne boys
They are enraptured
Mike Nelson’s great buns
Nadine’s got a heavy crush
600 pounds worth.
A cigarette break
Gordon so rarely partakes
Tammy disapproves
Flickering pictures
Break ground on a new hotel
Such a happy time
Mother looks so young
Held in that scene forever
For a son’s last kiss
At the pinnacle
Watching an empire crumble
A proud white fox, stuffed
Rockets and magic
Parsons paved the way for both
Transcend all limits
Sharing a cold beer
With the car fixed good as new
Then a stolen kiss
All the boys are there
Listening to Lana’s tales
Hanging on her words
The Blue Rose Task Force
Solving the strangest of crimes
Or losing themselves
Time closes all tales
So we say goodnight, Margaret
May lights guide your way.
Take Capablanca
He wasn’t a stalemate guy
He could still help though
County museum
Dollar fifty donation
You can get coffee
A pretty waitress
With a gun strapped to her thigh
Or is it his thigh?
Dorritt home for boys
The place to investigate
Nickys heritage
Clown laughs on the bed
Leo is nowhere in sight
The lion is loose.
Planting the herald
of his next dastardly move
Windom’s playing Zeus
They didn’t print it
Young Andrews’s complete account
They left some things out.
Sing her a love song
Hold her hand no matter what
Which Nadine will wake?
A male cadaver
Coop watches the brain unveiled
Like egg in a shell
Wonder at the mind
Catch the odour of charred bone
The human machine
Gordon had a dream
With the gorgeous Monica
But whose dream was it?
Harry, Coop, Will, Hawk
Each joins the other’s profile
On a woodland quest
That last killing spree
Left a demon’s mark on me
Beyond ink and blood
Familiar and I
Walked free of suspicion’s eye
Then came reckoning
Memory returned
All chances at life I’d spurned
To kill at his side
From behind pale light
A vision appeared of right
Set my path anew
But what of the mark
Awful contract with the dark
Surely no release
A way then was cleared
To be from me rightly sheared
That ominous stain
Steadfast in resolve
With blade my sins to absolve
I lived victims’ pain
The arm once severed
Took on life it’s own, quivered
In evolution
Sprouted a body
Danced to silent rhapsody
Then bid me farewell
I knew then my crime
In these woods I’d wasted time
Partner gone away
To feed on suff’ring
Of those fate to him would bring
For greedy pleasures
My purpose was here
To hunt him down, far or near
Put an end to fear
Just a little tap
That’s all he gave the geezer
His boat was mangled
Poor Bernard Renault
The mule with the longest hike
Only death awaits
Cooper and Truman
Together facing down foes
Stuffing down donuts
Rat inches closer
Enormous, and I can’t move
Nothing I can do
Close my eyes and think
Feel its jaws break through my skin
And it’s all my fault
It frightens me so
Because it’s a punishment
But I won’t let it
If I’m to be hurt
I’ll do the hurting myself
So he can’t taste me
Her dreams are so pure
I don’t dare tell her my own
She can never know
Hike to the cabin
Fear still fresh as the night air
Having done my dance
I mesmerised them
Gave them more than they could take
Saved myself for now
Looks like Jupiter
And met the same violent end
Time’s made me killer
She’s so forgiving
This little girl so like me
From another life
Who misses daydreams
No one until they vanish
Until there’s no hope
Sweet sixteen is gone
Youth perverted; turned sour
No love at the door
When there are no dreams
Things you hate and fear creep in
Fill the space they left
Until you’re hollow
Someone else’s dirty cup
Filled with bitter brew
My beautiful Troy
Leg broken down by the tracks
His freedom a lie
I tried to do good
Now two bullets in his skull
And he’s free of me.
Dad at the table
Twitching and ignoring me
Was someone inside
Static charges shock
Wake you from the peaceful dream
No more ‘til next week
Pretty butterfly
Drawn by the lit cigarette
Seeks out excitement
This delicate thing
Sits next to the rattlesnake
Surprised when it bites
Squirming to escape
Its jaws draw near and spit threats
While others look on
Will she be taken
Will he impose his sick will
The Roadhouse decides
Lightning splits the firs
Then to our intrepid Scout
A giant appears
Terabytes of film
Years-long record of the box
Constant watchfulness
Nothing to observe
But a cube of weightless air
Until she breaks through
Learning Norwegian
Is fun in the Palmer house
But where’s Leland’s axe?
Buttons unfastened
Cold barrel against her chest
Chewing gum can wait!
Driver; passenger
Together fixed in resolve
Here to cross over
What to discover
In what stream to be adrift
Richard and Linda
Mystery woman
Whispers secrets in your ear
So hard to recall
Her face is heaven
With a pure light shining through
Despite all her pain
Confused by the fork?
It’s the European way
Dick knows things like this
In the woodsmen come
Smear the blood upon its face
Rub it back to life
Incredible roasted
Ginger garlic marinade
Little Pine weasels
Since the beginning
They have left their marks on us
For good or for ill
The owls remind us
To gaze on inky blackness
Pull back the curtain
It’s lonely in herel
Metal walls echo my voice
Returning no warmth
I’ll not be maudlin
Though my high-born line is through
For once I was King
My motion. In time
The paths I chose to wander
Brought me to this end
While Cooper walks free
Or whoever wears his face
I merely linger
Oh, I walked the path
Fought for justice in this world
After a fashion
I saw the dark side
Solved the unconventional
Cases that stood out
My partner and I
Saw odd flowers come to bloom
Wonderful yet strange
But behind the glow
The beauty that lives always
Lay a rancid dark
A power so old
More ancient even than time
Strove to dout our light
I can’t speak of her
The female side of darkness
Nor utter her name
For seeking her out
Led to my situation
Present confinement
From Buenos Aires
I tracked her across the globe
Through fire and pain
Sat with her creatures
Above a convenience store
Soaked in their malice
Though I found a way
To visit with my colleagues
My faith was wasted
But I had all time
All it’s pathways to explore
Or so I surmised
Yet each jump costs much
A bill that came due for me
Without a warning
So to the Dutchman’s
I was brought and here confined
Myself a Blue Rose
Where is Audrey Horne
Salon closed, nowhere in sight
Is Charlie the cause?
There must be reasons
For her long, deep seclusion
Look in the mirror
A secret smoker
By locker or toilet stall
One drag then she’s gone
Crawl across the floor
Ignored by those around you
Scream for his release
On Lancelot Court
The house with the red door awaits
A happy return
From a single hair
A father newly crafted
And with them once more
Auto thieves beware
Rancho Rosa cars go boom
They’ll find you in bits
On the open road
Rides a man and his shadow
Just not in the dark
Jump on the casket
Follow her down to the depths
And the, up again!
The players are set
Secret known only to two
Tragedy awaits
It is among them
Concealed in a warm body
But the game is up
Cast into a cell
The spirit’s rage is unbound
Done with it’s vessel
Smoke drifts upwards now
From Tremayne’s lit cigarette
Tickles the sensors
Brings the water
Conduit through which it flees
The thing that ruled him
Leaving a dark void
A dam burst of memories
Flooding inwards now
Memories of fear
A daughter’s terror of him
From which he can’t hide
It’s all he can take
So he rushes to his end
But the lodge awaits
No daughter’s embrace
No forgiveness or closure
Just the waiting room
Seeing the baby
Cradled tight in Lucy’s arms
Lights out for Andy
The face that I see
Mirror mirror on the wall
not the face of me
Through her soft pillow
White hot lead rushes to her
To end the struggle
Torchlit sycamores
His captive queen utters prayers
Help will be too late
Pieces of metal
Hidden in a cornflakes box
Given up in faith
The evidence gone
No proof to give stories weight
Tall tales are shot down
Something strikes a chord
Unlocks the agent within
Sunset Boulevard
A name from the past
Reaches out and sets him free
Get me Gordon Cole.
They said their goodbyes
And she knew what was to come
The fire took him
No wedding night bliss
Just a suitcase by the door
And on with her work
Heart of the forest
Took Margaret’s husband away
A log in his place.
It’s time for coffee
Don’t go ‘til he’s tasted it
Wait for the verdict
Audrey is saved by
Pete’s selfless heroic act
Banknotes in the air
Principal Wolczak
A difficult message looms
How the tears will flow
Imperfect courage
Worse than no courage at all
From there deep fears breed
Turbulent oceans
In which fierce currents take you
And remove all hope
Swirling above you
Gateway to another place
A place of darkness
Two planets will meet
Unlocking secret doorways
To ancient places
Tougher than the rest
With kindness and decency
He’s Battling Bud
Unprepared loan sharks?
The ninety-nine percent-ers
Won’t take it from them
We’re gassin’ it up
Headed for Spokane, Washington
It’s what Dougie needs.
Laura is the one
Her spirit clings on so tight
Reaches across time.
Upright Autumn bird
Made by the lace butterfly
Born to wreak havoc
Guarding the front door
A simple task, one might think
But oh she struggles
Retention of staff
Is a persistent worry
They’re all truck drivers!
They can’t handle it
Buella bemoans their failings
It’s embarrassing
Face in the machine
Sucked through the void between worlds
Shoes lost in transit
The key in your hand
Unlocks the unexpected
Time to cross over
Lost his hand in woods
Tried to lead you out in vain
Now he’s lost as well
Your resume sucks
Not enough for Mike Nelson
Go hunt jobs elsewhere.
Trembling as she walks
Traversing the weathered bridge
Frigid dawn pierces
Can’t call her a girl
A woman like Beverly
She has a secret
Follow the ringing
Does it come from walls themselves
Wood panels singing
Or is it a voice
Some soul cruelly trapped within
Crying out in vain
Anthony Sinclair
Whether he knows it or not
Dougie’s found him out.
In the cell he sits
A charcoal smudge of a man
Face twisted in pain
Lost in the darkness
No voice to warn or counsel
Tied to the vessel
Battered and broken
Left to wander in darkness
Twine around your wrists
Deep impressions made
Lines cut of encircling pain
Angry purple scars
Beneath your torn clothes
A shivering frame walks on
Dried blood clings and pulls
You’re not the prom queen
You’ve no worthy sacrifice
Nor a martyrdom
Just cast to one side
On feet cut by forest floor
To find a way home
He didn’t want you
You’re just along for the ride
A sick afterthought
What it is to be
Swept up in catastrophe
And then abandoned
Once you were new girl
Now a monster used you up
Only sleep will heal
But scars will live on
Ones outside and those within
That senses bring forth
Because you’re alive
The town won’t know your name
You’re not their Laura
Another victim
Not worth even a first name
Just the Pulaski girl
State prosecutor
Who can’t keep track of his badge
He’d fit in at Hap’s
He’s not interested
In Norma’s fancy specials
Just bring him some fries.
What’s behind the mask?
Yawning darkness and those teeth
But don’t look too deep.
Everlasting love
No matter how tough things are
That’s Ed and Norma
Lights cut through the night
Drums announce him as he comes
Mister C is here
Lieutenants fly coach
No matter how important
Go find the major!
Wow, you made it all the way. Well done and thank you!
And, if you want to see more of my Twin Peaks poetry, you can click the links below.
Lady of the Blue Rose – a poem
Are you still seeing this…? Some limericks
Palindrome for Dark Woods – a poem
The Battle of the Bob Bubble – a poem
Cinquains for Lucy, Audrey, Candie and others
Cheers
Richard
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