I wonder what was happening
The day the crow learned
To ask, “You all right love?”
And answer, “I’m all right, I’m all right.”
Month: August 2018
The Horror of Me
It doesn’t matter how hard I have tried
how many hours I spend
refining my talents, working on my projects, living the dream.
Missed buses, missed connections, I have never flown above it all
Until I put words on a page.
My stories are marks I have left on the world
they are bruises that will never heal
screams that will never end
cries that begin at dusk and creep like fog along the ground
and
I am very good with that one small thing I can do.
I am
Practiced.
Daily Addictions Prompt: Practice
My Haunting
I have chosen a few things to do from the ” Ghost To Do List” in the hope that I will come back as a Ghost and at last be considered ‘truly haunting ‘ as opposed to ‘ a bloody nightmare’.
As you will see, I have put a lot of thought into the three from the list that I have chosen:
I will do #3 and mess with EMF meters with all enthusiasm of a Black Friday Shopper. I have watched hours of youtube Black Friday news clips.
I have studies. I have learned. I have absorbed.
Fear me.
I will do #7 because I happen to be very artistic. Ok. No I’m not. I can’t even draw stick figures. I’m not sure but I think there’s a law somewhere forbidding me from ever touching at supplies under any circumstances in any country for the next two thousand years. Yes. I am that bad. I have made all three of my art teachers and a Blue Scout Troop leader cry.
My handcrafted orbs will take freaky art to a new plane of existence, which is very fitting under these circumstances.
I will do #5 because all I’m going to say is, ” Can you hear me now? Can you hear me now? Can you hear me now ” and I will drive people insane. It will be AWESOME. I wonder if they will bark like dogs or turn into cannibals- but in a weird twist start to eat their own body parts- lady fingers, lady fingers, yum yum yum.
My haunting will be fun and amusing and Exorcism Proof. I intend, as you can see to be fully prepared.
See you after Midnight.
I promise.
amm
Wow, That’s Brutal
One of these days
I will run across an obituary
on line, maybe in print
and it will be
about the devastation
brought upon the world
by your loss.
Tears will be shed, songs will be sung,
heads will be hung in sorrow
by a few people,
most likely the ones
who quaffed your bile as if it
were wine
and saw you as
acerbic, slightly pazzo, sublime.
I won’t be there
to spit on your grave
I won’t be there
to mock you, or to laugh at you
or to announce
how glad I am
you are worm food.
Surprised?
After the Reaper has done his job and spirited you away,
I am going to Disney Land
and
I must say here
that
I
can hardly wait.
Daily Addictions Prompt: Eager