Well I’ve fought off enough of the hangover to present two poems. This first is by Adam Monroe who ironically has more time on his hands than he’d like:
Reflections Flowering in the Abyss (haiku)
by Adam Monroe
Darkness surrounds me
Consuming spidery thoughts
Will this thought too leave? (Yeah)People have always wanted
My looks, my charm, my flair, me
This is now a curse. (Really)Lyle keeps ass-kissing
But he can not help, No more
Than can all others. (Help me!)Alas! they’re almost
At the door. And I’m not just
Being dramatic. (Please)Back, vile villainous
Creatures of the lonely night.
I am also cold. (…)I can hear the dead people
Crawling through the soil
I think they want my box.
I’m forced to wonder if Adam ever met the creator of “Dawn of the Dead.”
Now here’s Maya, whose poem focuses on Death:
Bringer of Death
by Maya Herrera
A wedding, a symbol of new life;
These memories only bring me well-deserved strife
Back in my home town, the Dominican, Mexico,
(I really don’t know)
Dressed as an angel in a dress never worn,
A demon, a killer, a freak is born
Tears of tar, black death and sorrow,
We kill all, the squirrel to the swallow.
My brother protects me, but everyone still dies,
As we pass from town, even the flies.
Out in some place, covered in sand,
A gay supposed angel poofs into my land.
With him came salvation I thought I’d never find,
My tears no longer the end of all man kind.
But even with my newfound control,
Death and armadillos are the meals I dole.
While wings of passion made me take flight,
Alejandro’s jugular is severed, out of my sight.
So, dear readers, wherever you go
Always carry a knife, and axe or a hoe.
It might be in your best interest if I start to cry,
To give me a little wake up stab in the eye.
But don’t worry my friends, as if you would,
To my dismay I always come back, like termites in wood.
I know I swore off drinking but now I’m tempted to start again! And I thought my card readings and visions were bad!