Started on 08 Aug 201316 poems
I can only quiver,
Seeing in the night
Intruding shapes that haunt my dreams,
I’ve spent years bleeding inwardly
there's nothing left but the shriveled up skin of a
A heart without hope clings to death
like a lover
It trashes between deaths cold sheets until
knew how to cast a witching
spell: a monotone
rasping in his throat, one
Neither a smile nor a rose could I shower you with!!
All I could was to cry aloud, nearly a Sonic
Did blood and progress stain the ground
on which my rural dwelling rests?
The native peoples
Cloak dowry paid.
To husband ever yields.
Tormented by the salted
Night slides on like a dark coat,
soft lights flicker in haze and distance,
and rising, hearing
While sitting by an emerald lake
the sun was going down,
I saw the line of water break,
Knuckles knock and with
Men heave loads, sweat
And tote coal coke
It was never personal,
I’m a machine.
That doesn’t mean everybody deserved it,
Carpathia, Wallachia, and TransylVania
must have bored Vlad Tepes after a century or two of
We like poor cursed Larry Talbot
as we are meant to,
and want him to escape his Fate,
In the morning there is no sun,
and nothing will serve.
The coffee is yesterday’s coffee,
And being dead, I chose the sea,
Where, beneath slow storms, I alone was
In my memory,
jackets, scarves and another dimension
at the back of my childhood