Whispering chants
and waving fingers
conjuring spirits
of all that lingers
Raising the ghouls
to see the future
Disembodied figures swell
in ghastly caricature
A promise is whispered
The living is lead
to a single untruth
told by the dead

Verily, the moon is bright
Merrily, I rejoice the sight
Scarily, I will re-form
Hairily, I am reborn

In the mist of early morning
when Sun is nigh and night
creatures are yawning, when
an early morning meal is
sought, one small creature
is caught

said the Fly
oh come, yea spinner
of unearthly thread
the weaver of mysteries
floating in my head
that trap me in silken
sheets upon thy bed
come now Spider
do you truly
wish me dead?

said the Spider
nay I do not wish
for you to struggle so
and break the bonds of
my simple weave, I just
wish to make acquaintance
with such a fine and free soul
Tell me what your flighty
life is like and then I'll let
you leave

said the Fly
over upon yonder apple tree
is a world of beauty, and bees,
more exotic than me, lovers of
honey and colorful, stripped
like tigers but with wings
who collect riches with their knees

Spider gasps...

and past yonder fence where
you anchor your web are incredible
birds that sing night songs inside
their gilded cage while their plumage
dulls considerably with age...
So sad they are trapped,
like me

Spider is steadily untangling
the threads of the silken trap
that has cradled the hapless fly
Spider can't stand to cage
so free a spirit that has seen
the depths of the sky, and the ocean
and possibly even the ground
which she knows she'll never see
With a promise from the Fly
they will come back with more tales
of the world beyond her web
she once again goes hungry

Fly never came back
Spider died hungry
when Bird perceived
she was weakened prey

Ten thousand exhalations permeate
every corner of a room that is filled
with only thirteen people
an unlucky number for some

once upon a time the skirt was
looser
once upon a time the fangs were
shorter
once upon a time the prey was
easier
but no one ever gets younger...

I don't want to be Thirteen

I want to be one half of the dozen
that found their dream, and I've
been waiting
a really long time

So our conversation goes
breathy sigh
Would you like a drink?
a frown, what do you think
I like long walks on the beach
I really hate sand, and the heat...
I believe in fate and destiny
a scowl, what's in it for me?
I'm scared of the dark and of
being alone
I'm one half of nothing, do you
have a number I can phone?
I can go one better, I have a place
that I call my own
contemplating true facts such as
we are both on the wrong side of
ever being young again
Well, all the right words have been said,
*Shall we begin?

Sifting through the confetti
of the nightmare that snowed
me in, looking for the remnants
of my armour that melted
from my skin, I barely breath
through lungs that have been
completely singed by sin
Coffee colored caricatures
laugh softly at an empty
attempt to rearrange scattered
memories, untwisting skeletons
that are bent while crushing dreams
into tin can cymbals arguing
against the tunes that have fled
I deny to partake of the feast
today
I think I'll stay abed

Death sits in
the front row
a smug smile
upon his face
He now wields
all the power
He’s comfortable
in this place
Regret is sitting
behind him
lamenting all things
left unsaid
Hurt is sitting right beside
lamenting the fact
you can’t ****
what is already
Dead
Love is shattering
in the middle
Hope gently touches
her shoulder
Fear is staring at her
bowed head
but Afterthought will
Shield her as she
grows older
Anger is radiating as
Fury comes in
a little slow
wondering about a future
as Despair basks
in her glow
Hate is standing
forlornly
just outside the door
now this one
is gone
He is needed
no more

I'm not always so bitter
or angry
or high...
on life (and other things)
I can be sad
sometimes
There is most assuredly
occasions
that the darkness brings...
I'm sad that MacDonalds
don't serve breakfast past 10
I can get down
when I run out of
alcohol (and cigarettes)
at 2am
A tear or two
have slid down my face
when the mouse
that had it's back legs broken
has escaped from it's trap
and I have to give chase
I've been known
to weep
when the hangover
kicks in
Man, it's prevalence
these days, is rife
That pretty much sums up
nearly everything
that makes me sad
All the rest
is just a byproduct
of Life