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Astor Jun 2016
I sat at the Lighthouse and looked at the sky
feeling the breeze caressing my spine
little did I know this would be the last time
that I would sit on these rocks in the early july

I felt like an oyster on the half shell
hearing the wind in the trees casting their spell
The bouy rocking and ringing its bell
the sunrise is effortless painted pastel

life was so easy then
Alexander Witte Feb 2014
What is it that roars in the distance,
O, mankind who's soul shall be made to weep
It is the bellow of The Lion
As he prowls upon his keep.

The Lion is the comupance of your sins, my boy
His glare the road to perdition
His teeth the the small brush
with which you clean the floors
of the stalls of Hell.

Janitor has one eye and
Railroad cap.
He knows the ropes
He has been long employed

Spitoon laying sideways
Shows the slow tenure.

Rotted tooth teaches wisdom
No comely comfort in
Convalecent Cell of Hell

Men in fedoras
The thought that
There are neons
and noir outside
And The Ghost of Lust

But none produces the tentacle tingle
My geriatric genitals swoon no more
at Turn of the Century Erotica
In that is cheap Irony.

Eeerie green light from gacious lamp
Shows spirits in the curtains
In the pictures
on the tin-types of the ancestors

"It is always about ten in the morning here, Witty"
"That is a nice time to be"
"But your favorite time was eleven thirty, was it not?
and also April and all her tulips and fertile smell?"
"Yea"
"It's March.."
"****..."
Did not even get capitalized because the soul is destroyed.
Beleagured.
Doomed (******).
mrslilboo Jul 2018
eeerie lake in the grave yard
where sad  girl finds sanctuary home to her among the deceased cold comfort in the  dark cemetery

play melancholy songs on guitar
to hard  bones deep underground
unimportant the dead are quiet
phantasmic beings dance all around

the lake swirls beneath skull moon
crows flew hungrily in onyx skies
corpses became very fond of her watched darkness grow in her eyes

often  tried to leave the safety there
night after night tune after tune
sad girl would come back
until lifeless bones were exhumed

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