The Afterlife

Woman in Black,
a play in The West End,
draws in unsuspecting
thesbians with its boast...

Cannot fix this pain
or spell insane
crawling with those desperate worms
across the...

A dark path with several choices
leading to hidden futures
to seek what one truly needs...

I think
Hell
Is like
Being
In
A cornfield
Miles from
...

Grief
is when
Epiphany
makes
You
Aware
That
Communication...

When I was a kid
I was inspired
By things we beleive
And what we admire

But...

Witches are bitches
but never snitches
born with
emotional power
brought from...

After about fifty years as married wife
the last three fraught with strife
obvious telltale...

I asked why she listens
to the silence
to help the madness stay

Now I listen
...

Spread the dream
across my thighs
crushed death in a lonely
vine wasted glass painted...

I closed my eyes, laid back and went overboard
the camera angle switched all the way to the bottom...

A thousand words of folly
bows
To one word
Of serenity

giving a piece
...

The Hour Glass
to my soul
Is stained
As though
It should
be displayed...

Cloudless atlas eyes
staring down another hidden night
between the lovers
daybreaks...