Untitled Dark Poem #10

Blank papers
dreams
landscapes I build upon.
Some
tinged with hues of red;
madness rips
laughter grips
tides turn
screams abound
monsters dance within.
Grim faced
mourners gather
dig the coffin deep
rain pours down
blinding curtain
heavy scent of lavender.
Dame Death
dressed in crepe black
boney hand gathers her gown
regal
final
she leads the way
to the final mad party
the one in Hell.
©Oct. 12/21
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Time’s Twisted Tines

Tick Tock
look at the hawk
flying
meandering through the skies.
Tick tock
face of a clock
laid out afore me;
step up
step down
step up
go round and round.
Humpty Dumpty
he sure had a fall
cracked into
a thousand pieces
giggling
one eye
staring up at the sky
his leg
set in motion
as around I stepped his sin.
One hand up
One hand down
time
slooooooooooooooooooooows
melting
fading
blackness
trip along with the crazies.
Tick Tock
hands on the clock
know how to kill me.
Oct. 10/21
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