Lament

One of my oldest poems, from 1995

One space

Black armband

Magnificent

Promises

In the beginning

At the end

The beast

Pecked s**t

Mud and sweat

Blood and tears

A razors edge

Bones of the dead

Left here in genocide

I want to die

To sleep

Perchance to dream

Paradise kiss

Mr. Mojo Risin

The gray castle

(maybe Jim was right…)

and now it’s my turn to dance

with a lady named Death

Reviews

[Kenaz]

Magnificent and dark. "Ay, there's the rub: for in that sleep of death, what dreams may come."

[Sean Kuchman]

I knew you would get that reference. Thank you

[Kenaz]

Welcome