![]() I feel I’m on a chair with three wobbly legs Three queens are vivid in a diamond flush.ĭressed in red satin, my heartbeat quickens Time lives for graceless darker fantasies Whilst lonely lips await my whetted kisses In lust with ladies that I’ve yet to meet.ĭressed in the finery of a princely fantasy. I’m in love with a sky that I’ve yet to see Lost in a purple fantasy a wandering psychopath. I seek a reprieve to a maddened soulless reign I can’t feel the pain through undaunted disdain Įxploring my path while dishonoring all wrath. To revive and decree the injustice or bliss. The mind doesn’t care, or perhaps won’t dare, Into waterless streams of steamy icy mists. Lashed to the rail, driving a breaching whale ![]() Leaving us stifled, wounded and shattered. Off in the distance witnessing ringing bells The ship steers clean and handles so well, Seeking revenge for life’s unforgiving ways Įnchanting breath bestowed by our master. Stolen within the dreams of a mindless patter. The forgotten found there sleeping sound.Īdrift through our days in a splintered haze Where the purple ship sails horizon bound.įitting seas for the gentle solar breezes The self-medicating will do it every time.Ĭhartreuse mountains of clouded fountains Then you are no more the undertaker smiles.Īs I play the worn paths in red flipflopsĪs toy sailboats race off in harsh winds.īut was it a squirrel, or a huge city rat? Sun is gone gaslights are lit now you’re here Invitations sent and delivered by the Reaper.ĭeath doesn’t knock, no rapping or tapping. His finest beaver top hat, brushed with care The Undertaker readies his finest coat and tie, The beauty in the sunshine flows like a riverĪs she falls slowly into the waiting horizon Rise to inhale the break of a reddish dawn. Wakes slapping against the granite seawallsĬlouds now tinted with a colorful radiance Large fishing boats race to leave the harbor White terns hastily skim along wave crests Streetlamps now hanging albeit a fallow pale.īluebirds gather upon the wires and polesĬoot and cormorant soar down the shoreline Waking of a decay with carceral winter’s grip.Īs the sky turns from a light gray to orange. Skip into a meadow with frail contentment.Ī desperate waltz spun by unrequited romance. Life impetuously drains from the hourglassĬonsequences paled in the twilight palette.ĭisplay absence of presence a soulless calm.īlisters on the mind rise in a moon’s desire. Oh yes, and knives I love them too.Īs the tears drip into the brandy snifter I now sell life insurance in Pacoima, and loveĭexter. Walked out of the exit door leaving the school.” I simply stood up, took a long deep bow and I could hear the whispers all around me, so Stunning cadaver in mere moments to come. Skills and willful try at hacking upon this I prayed for God’s forgiveness at my inept ![]() ![]() To the concrete floor then falling to my knees It could be heard in the gallery above me.Ī crash startled me as my scalpel dropped My heart was beating so loud I was certain I stood frozen, a scalpel in my right hand. Not a vein or a blemish adorned her skin, Lineaments of a female corpse on the table,Īs one sees the beauty of a porcelain doll. By Ken Allan Dronsfield Photo by Rudolf Kirchner on A Radiant DarknessĪnd then the dreams come, just like this.
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