our dreams turn us all into murderers hands bloodied – hearts bracing the alarm clock is our alibi
Tag: poetry
the devil
the Devil whispers in our earsand tell us things we want to hearwe close our eyes and nod our headas our minds are filled with dread
Shadows
shadows with their siren song serenade and flatter twisted knuckles on their crooked fingers bend and beckon come closer they say listen i have something for you
Waiting for Something (Ghazal)
Lines at the supermarket are short so everyone is fine waiting for something. Those collecting the dole however are just wasting their time, waiting for something. At the end of the song she went […]
Just Cause
He never picked up his wet towels off the bathroom floor,
no matter how many times I asked.
He never left the toilet seat down after he used it,
no matter how many times I implored.
The End is Nigh! … Again
The other day, Barack Obama, President of the U-nited States of America, stated his support for same-sex marriage. Here is what did not happen as a result to that affirmation: The world did not stop […]
Lisa Rufus 