Afterthought

A crow like a moth

flutters in the night

as if around the porch light

but who sees

but me

as a dark

movement

an

afterthought

She was...

She was...

Alluring Funeral

Same shade sidles

beguiles closer

Black umbrellas

pushing at the rain

lustful Red lipstick

painted above alluring lips

the skilled indulging hands

of a lifeless coffin dresser

are aged cracking?

her thirsty hair split beneath the

midnight widow black

shades

Gray and spinster

smell of peroxide

Ageless

she looks like Medusa

thirteen times a year

Black Black Black

her clothes and erotic cleavage

shows the eye stenciled

Black

tinted sensual

milk white open thighs

pushing from

untorn

filthy

wrinkled

moth eaten?

Black Sunday best dress

lipstick luscious smeared

cardinal Red

over black lung cigarette butts

crumbled in an ashtray

Stacked

over the years

unwed undead

mustn't have been

a pale corpse

dragged across the eighties

black all black

and all the same

she regrets not having children

to eat all up like an old lady

no wonder why

she scares me

Intimacy lost

Intimacy lost in the lamplight

I saw your chanting eyes so bright

as to say

so night rains blue and purple

and quiet cold winter drains.

Can you see the far away fires

resting in forgotten time

taking last day gazes in all direction?

Can you delve into it with a cup,

drinking the night down

flavour filled absence of dark,

filling you with rest be forgotten

fragile say me forgotten night of mine?

Say to me the rest says night of mine

rest says night of mine rest says...

Say it’s over and done,

as I turn on my heal

and walk away from the sky

and portray nothing but a focused mind.

Light

On

A

Girl

Stand

ing

A

lone

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