Late at Night
I opened my eyes and could not see. Nothing but black in front of me. I lay supine upon this bed, Thinking I’d be better dead.
Poetry
Cactus
Prickly pointy spikes Drawing blood with slightest brush Struggling to survive
A Horse
I should like to be a horse, So long as it’s a paint, of course. Flying riderless across the plain, Wind tickling my flowing mane.
Perfect Party
Doug is dressed in his party best, In a feathered hat and a sequined vest. With an icy beer in each hand, He’d rock it out, with the band.
Bump in the Night
Matted-hair and rotted teeth, what evil danger lurks beneath? Pointed talons and razor claw, drags you into a gaping maw. He hides in closets and under b...
High Seas Laundry
Captain Hook, he climbed the deck, Lookin’ for Smee, to give him heck.
Pickles
Sour pickles that make me pucker, I like to torture some poor sucker. Tell them sweet! It’s just one gherkin. It’s fun to trick, but mind your smirkin’!
Black Friday
I tried, I tried, with all my might, To get the toy, I’d have to fight. Through shopping hoards, it was in my sight. I clambered over, jumped and took fli...
Flying Home
I watched the sun set and the moon rise, As we flew, high in the skies. The clouds below, so milky white, Hills and valleys, an epic sight.
The Clown
What lies beneath the painted mask? A heart of black, a soul of glass? Sharpened teeth and rotted tongue, Come on kids, let’s have some fun!
On the Crest of the Storm
thunderous dark skies running through the autumn grass into the dark wood
The Gypsy Tent
I wandered through the county fair, With plenty of coin and time to spare. Carnies barking to and fro, ‘Spin the wheel’ and ‘enjoy the show.’