Saturday, July 19, 2014


No friend came, just the screams and violence of the swarming black wings
Stealing the dusky sky
Grasping at all they could take 

Monday, July 7, 2014

Le Chat et La Lune Chasse

Wild laughter
as the wheels roll by
time stuck with the moon
we are all half past mad
some fools glad
even as the clock ticks
the cat will still play
till his dying day
near the grave
the dust to save
then flowers will rise,
remember and bloom