Droll Prole : Writing

My House is a Burnt-out Shell

My House is a Burnt-out Shell

A Poem by Droll Prole


There at the top of the stairsThe blackened doorwayThe fires that raged thereWill never be forgottenNo door stands there nowAnd the struts are all eat..
Religious Creep

Religious Creep

A Poem by Droll Prole


You know those people, so sure their garden is in order they try and fix yours up.
 Isosceles

Isosceles

A Poem by Droll Prole


I am an isosceles triangleEqual sides that meet in the middleBut resting on precarious pointHow hard do I fallWhen the other half leaves?Poor isoscele..
Deadbeat

Deadbeat

A Poem by Droll Prole


I love itIt makes me feelSomethingLiving in my headI left the rest for deadSo drive in theStakeMake it hardKill that cold thingMake me squirmI love it..
Seasons

Seasons

A Poem by Droll Prole


coldThe reasons born of a deathThe originator no longer holds interestLove'sHeat and power all fadedIt was intense but fleetingVastWas a road and a pa..
One Moment

One Moment

A Poem by Droll Prole


Choosey, chooseyRemember the old daysHow bad they wereQuick turn the pageThere was an hourIt was quite longSo long in factIt must have been longerDraw..
night terrors

night terrors

A Poem by Droll Prole


The mewling of the cats on the fenceOne late nightWill it rain again?I turn out the light.There is nothing in the darkOnly shadowsThe fear existsOf a ..
40

40

A Poem by Droll Prole


40quag in the miremire in the mustdust in the airair on the hairblues, greensweans the beansfrom the vinesof time and timeagain.Pretenders areenders, ..
Typhoid Mary

Typhoid Mary

A Poem by Droll Prole


Got the sicknessBut didn't knowCaught it one dayBut it didn't showShe thinks she's alrightYeah she thinks she's okThese people think she's rightThey t..