Leave it all behind, drop the latch
take a breath, make it ******
turn the blind eye to the road ahead
cross the threshold
now it unravels, the thread of life.

Sitting round a camp-fire in the middle of a wood
I spied a dozen vampires eating treacle pud
Upon their bloodless heads they shrugged a ***** cowl
While pacing werewolves at their backs let forth an eerie howl

The setting moon was empty as was their heinous bellies
Before them lay uneaten heaps of pies and sweets and jellies
‘It is no good’, said one, ‘I am sick of this malaise.
What this pudding needs is a spot of Crème anglaise.’

The Letter

Memorizing words
Yellowed paper preserving
A love now faded

Disguise

In the duel of love
Many things are left undone
Like my paper mask

*****

Vacuum of your smile
Has made the bag wet inside
Saving the last gasp

*****

It’s clearly a drink
To make you think of nothing
But the kitchen-sink

Crash**

Delivered still warm
Out of the wreckage we hear
Another flat line

There’s a crack in my mug
There's a hole in my mouth
There’s a share for the drug
That’s pulling me south

There’s a spot on my side
Below my left arm
There’s a bruise to my pride
That’s causing me harm

There’s a thought in my head
That won’t go away
Before I am dead
I must have my say

When I see in your loving arms
all that’s made with your loving charms
then for to keep from worldly harm
When Winter Comes

In private warmth we lay a while
out of the world came forth your smile
then for to keep across the miles
When Winter Comes

Hark not the clatter of the guns
still now my heart the beating drum
end not their world has just begun
Then Winter Comes

Upon my word
a settled ****
came forth the bile
from mouth absurd

Did make the crush
of this mooly mush
came forth the bile
a gregarious flush

I knew an old stoat to relieve his throat
drank custard from his fungible boot

Be mine dear Prunus, be mine
He sang
Never mind dear Dulcis, never mind

And as he drank and sang, and sang and drank
I began to thank, and thank so hard I nearly sank
too depths so depthed too deep to see
the rolling mood washed over me.

*Let’s link arms dear Prunis
and turn our noble gaze
and together ride the ocean swell
until the end of days