Judgment Day



White wraiths across the rocky ground

Like foxes to their burrows.

Run from death’s heralds as they watch

From hidden places

Behind barren trees,

Appear up from the soil,

Black clad figures, ragged robes abrading the ground,

They follow

With skeletal hands outstretched

To snatch life away,

Unforgiving predators chasing pale, flightless birds.



Chase the pill with the bottle,

The needle into the vein.

Fly the high to heaven’s gate

Till hell brings you back again.

From hidden places,

Behind dumpsters and cardboard boxes,

Appear ghosts from fevered dreams.

No life everlasting,

Mortal flesh decaying,

We lay on marble thrones,

As the wind whines through our bones.


*this is what happens when you begin writing a zombie story while listening to Sia’s Loved Me Back to Life.


The Drunken Entertainer

Spangled Clown

Get up and clown – it’s my turn in the ring

I’m uncertain how I got here

Yet it’s my job to dance and sing

For all the gawkers who with glassy eyes

Take in the act, react

Their own conclusions to surmise

Put on my face, in painted white and red

But funny drunken stumbles

Mean I use the blue instead

I stumble over words so gracelessly

Look – watch me hit the floor

Roll up! Come in! Admission’s free

For who would charge to see a show so poor

A crumbling clown who cannot

Hold together any more

With incoherent ramblings she tries

“Now look, and see the glitter

As it falls down from her eyes”

Oh watch me tumble, watch me bruise

It’s no injury, if I’m funny – Then I’m entertaining you

Let me roll and rock and break Are you not yet amused?

I’m certain that made up I make

Such a very pretty, dancing thing

Oh shallow clown, keep dancing

Then they cannot see the sting

Glaze their eyes with sparkles in this show

Mask the rage that rises

If they’re laughing, they don’t know

I rip my paper heart to shreds

On stage, like confetti to throw

And tumble upon my audience’s heads

Applaud me now and say you liked my spiel

(May  only one or two comment

“Somehow those tears seemed real”)

In this gaudy ring, your pleasure is my pain

Don’t worry though, and come back soon: