( three short poems of unease)

    From The Shadows

The ghosts within the room
Stirring to the outside of periphery, Blending
Within the shadow,
Silently they wait.
They await my passing
In forgotten rooms
Silent, but for a passing moon
Over books and broken horses,
          Shadow dust
Ghosts within the wall
Vibrate they're inner mantra
Turning in dreams of dust

               M.O.

Chrysanthemums chatter
To a blind moon lisping
Over a city where
Junkies and lovers
Embrace their torn heartbeats to a night
Devoid of stars.

    Another Town

Jeweled pink pony
Frozen in your scream
Your muted agony forever.
Only to move in circles,
Endless circles
While your painted eye
Stares into the blindness
Of the sun