Friday, July 23, 2010

Lovers K-Not

The carved lovers knot
Slipped from the wood
Onto the mattress
Enveloping the two souls
until
They writhed and yearned
Back onto the wooden headboard
And
were seen
no
More.
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Monday, July 5, 2010

Creak

Creak, creak, creak,
The voice scratches at my nerve endings,
Creak, creak, creak,
The grey cells are nothing but lendings.
Creak, creak, creak,
My mind is surely bending,
Creak, creak, creak,
From the demands it is always defending.
Creak, creak, creak,
Others' words in haste I am mending,
Creak, creak, creak,
Others' path upon which I am wending,
Creak, creak, creak,
The end is undoubtly impending,
Creak, creak, creak,
But; yours or my funeral shall we be attending?
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