Yes, I am frightened.
I am frightened of being frightened.
My unsound mind,
dwells among dark shadows quaffing silence,
where the quadriplegic dead beckon,
a sea spewing out skeletal remains
of ancient swimmers.
Sounds of calcified castanets haunt my dreams.
Accusatory cranial eyes stare at me
and bony fingers point in my direction.
My crimson blood turns blue.
Oh! The fear, the fright that one day
I too will become unfleshed like them.
bare bleached bones shining
vapored vision of verglas ~
horned owl screeches surge
(February Full Moon – Cherokee)
Bony fingers, thin and white,
Scratching at the moonlit night.
Shadows dance, a twisted play,
Where whispers haunt and secrets sway.
The wind sighs low, a chilling moan,
As cobwebs cling, and leaves are blown.
A hollow laugh, a rasping sound,
From where the dark and shadows bound.
A chilling touch, a ghostly grip,
On trembling hearts, a fear to slip.
Bony fingers, cold and stark,
A chilling omen, leaving their mark.
Through misty veils and swirling haze,
They reach for souls in a macabre maze.
The night descends, a haunting scene,
Where bony fingers, dark and keen,
Will claim their due, come Halloween.
I saw Bill Boniface
With a matching bony face
That could make one do a race
To disappear without trace!
Boniface womanizer:
Vocation, vulcanizer …
And women check profession!
Against future Recession;
Also, Facial Appearance
For Bed-Time Love Surveillance …
So, Boniface, where are we?
Whatever I say agree:
Faultless Plastic Surgery
To contain The Mockery …
And Goodbye to god Vulcan,
Because you know that you can!
Dance of the bony
Soon we will look
30 when we die,
Which will please the undertaker.
Death will be called a voyage
On an everlasting cruise ship.
The purser will send
Festive cards
From romantic ports.
No, grandad is not dead, he rests
He wears makeup because he is going
On a liner as a dancing partner
For old ladies.
The arms were bent to such degree
my elbows formed a pickle.
And rolled up sleeves revealed my bones
that arm sweat came to trickle.
My bony ankles swollen rocks,
they matched my knobby knees.
My hip bone circling round my waist
would balance me with ease.
The collar bone came to protrude
and draped my skin to fit.
My swollen knuckles ceasing up
that both my thumbs were split.
My chin bone drawn to a shun.
It's dimple prone to thirst.
My forehead clammy to the touch
for those who'd reach it first.
A rib cage held my heart inside
with bones as strong as bars.
My heart so captive to the cause
it only saw the stars.
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