Broken Howls
She lies on silken throne,
a white gem against black night,
a lifeless shadow on my wall
as I sift eyes through scattered bones.
A roadblock of time has elapsed,
lingering void handcuffs my soul,
faded life lost in eternal bloom,
black ice runs cold through veins.
Dark wolf mourns in broken howls,
silhouettes where life once blossomed,
perfume dissipates into untouched air.
Dittoed clouds lose their silver lining,
black rocks of death signal twilight
onyx rides on ruby bark of remembrance
as she dies in a sob of last refrain.
I touch her name with futile fingers,
ingrain her essence into my heart.
I weep finality of a closing teardrop as
she flies freely and soars high,
last whispers have ticked, silence is nigh.
Rainy days
Being 'strong' does not constitute you are safe from heartache and woes of life.
The rain drops from the sky,
does it choose a day?
Will it say, I choose to fall
in the nightsky or at dawn?
Or will it choose to only fall
on those who have an umbrella?
No, it wets beggars in the streets and rich people who forgot to bring their umbrella
Mares & Joe
Mares ate oats and Joe eats oats
and a little lamb arriving...
"Will ya quit shoving
Can't you see me missus is up the duff
Yeah well we got a ticket too
Came in from the bush, special
Didn't know t'would be this packed but,
and everything all booked up.
But no worries we got a tent in the ute.
Figure to spend the night in that
Fair dunkum Mares!
Ya just spilled ya drink on me.
Wot? oh no.
Help she's having it!
Thanks mate. The name's Joe.
We getting married soon.
Not wanting the bugger to be a bastard, do I
Do the right thing, I will.
Reckons it's God's kid.
She's nice but innocent ya know?
So it'll be her me and the kid,
and oh ha ha, God.
Can you believe?
It'll be a real circus now".
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