those worlds are lost to me now,
once achingly close,
like yesterday's rain,
but, will I see you then,
in this egg of memory,
cracked open with a sigh,
fleeing like smoke,
with a faint smile on a face,
ghosting in kodachrome?
ah, but our arrow of time,
affliction of our race,
trails ashes behind,
piercing forward, forward,
pitiless unrelents,
passing present past,
I, me, the stranger who waits,
one who was not so long ago,
to these, our familiar spectres,
longed for by we,
melting in moments,
our ageless affliction,
but future and promise,
ring hollow when grasped,
a love miscarried before,
blooms dankly below,
seed germinating on barren soil,
and I, alone in revolutions,
light dark then light again,
await that missle's last flight,
quiet now, like dust.
Categories:
dankly, memory,
Form: Prose Poetry
Once upon a midnight, ghostly,
Partied many, dead ones mostly.
Feasting in the graveyard, sprightly,
White eyed werewolves gorged, engrossedly.
In the bone yard, drab and squalid,
Apparitions (staring stolid
Neath the veiled moon, clouded lightly)
Sought fresh bodies, lean but solid.
Fiendish eyes shone, light and sparkly,
Ghouls and demons danced so darkly.
Maggots munching mush unsightly,
Black blood streamed like ink, quite starkly.
Fetid flesh oozed, flowing freely
Through the crypt doors, cold and steely.
Shadows, ashen, pranced contritely,
Ebon serpents slithered eely.
As it happens, all too often,
Zombies dimly closed the coffin –
Ra, the sun god, rising slightly
Hunger pangs were soon to soften.
If you ask, I’ll tell you blankly,
When you’re feeling dark and dankly
Come to where this happens nightly.
They’ll enjoy the feast, quite frankly...
Categories:
dankly, fantasy, horror,
Form: Rubaiyat