Should I love youTake hold of youOur first kiss would be your lastBlood pulsatingSeeping, satingTaking more than I had asked.This lifeless life out of the sunExiled from God’s own planIts beastly feast that’s fit for noneWas not how I began.Still, you near meDon’t you fear me?I can pull you down to hellNoI’ll leave youLet me … Continue reading High Stakes
The figure on the mountain knewFar higher than the eagle flewBeyond the sun and past the lightWere men who crossed the sky by night.Soon after dusk their fires appearedThen slowly, once a course was steeredTheir caravan set out en masseTo make its empyreal pass. Like beasts migrating on the plainsLike swarms that form to greet … Continue reading Constellation Prize
The female spider dines alone For reasons chilling to the bone Perhaps more dates would turn out right If she could curb her appetite
I don’t remember what I woreOr who sat next to meI don’t remember who cried moreAnd who came just to see I don’t remember hymns they playedThe readings that were readOr why he paused before he saidThat you weren’t really dead I just remember how you lookedWhen you slept next to meThe Sunday dinners that … Continue reading Soup For One
Remember, Man, that you are dust And unto dust you shall return... God, if we're due to re-combust Do you give discounts on the urn?
To the Finder Should you happen upon these pages, Dear Reader, you will acquaint yourself with the final remembrances of a life – my life – which is no longer of any consequence to those who mattered most to me. For the record, I was christened Anne, branding me with the same scarlet stain borne … Continue reading Oliver (with a twist)
My dog has died and no one caresI mention him but this draws staresAnd frowns which tell me I’m too oldTo mourn a pet, or so I’m told.Empty corners, bare floorRoom before but now we’ve moreToys donated, bed goneNo more divots in the lawn.Coming home, a rusty gateAnnounces me and though I waitNo rocket launches … Continue reading Doggone
"I'm writing my will," I announced. "Oh my god," Alison covered her mouth. "Are you dying? Can I get you something? A glass of water?" "No, I'm not dying, but if I were I hope to God there'd be more on offer than tap water." "Save it for your Marie Curie nurse," Alison fired back. … Continue reading Dead Giveaway