My memories of you are messy.
They play outside of the lines

and ignore in what manner
we promised things would be,

and how we were looking
at completely different maps.

When in the midst of evil,
Immorality knows no bounds.
And kindness sadly suffers,
When fed to hungry hounds.

I see those vile blood suckers,
With teeth, gleaming and white.
They're racing ever nearer,
No matter how hard I fight.

My skin feels like it's bristling,
And hot pokers pierce my throat.
The sweat is pouring from me,
Like an iridescent coat.

And as I catch my breath,
Wished that time would still.
I heard a sound so curdling,
It filled me with a chill.

Whenever the missus irks me or complains...
I tell her don't "Hock me in chinik" nor kvetch
before long tête-à-tête escalates in2 Kanipshin
whereby the Army National Guard gets called
World War III declared Bubbe rolled over like
Beethoven in his grave where re: posthumous
renown one hundred & ninety eight years ago
March 26, 1827, never stopped decomposing
which countless noteworthy creations rank as
the mark of a prodigy with chutzpah to return
from the grave as an incorporeal essence with

Every bright new moment,
takes me by surprize.
Within a crystal morning
I stand beside your fire!

Grant me seven wishes,
just as I desire.
Let nature play its part
Shooting stars fill the sky!

It's a hot and balmy night.
Fireflies and salamanders
dance to a Scottish dirge
never expecting to be repaid.

On this sacred night
no one will be exempt
from their obligations
to come completely unwound!

The fuse is short, the wick is lit,
Soon frustration, I admit,
Will bubble up and make me grit
My teeth and want to just up and quit.

But later, ah, a different tune,
The sun will break, the sky, the moon,
Will smile on me, arriving soon,
And I'll enjoy this afternoon.

All things must pass, the wise men say,
The dark of night gives way to day,
So in this moment, come what may,
I won't give a rat's ass, hip hooray!

Anxious
Sad reflections
Of unreal things each day
Besetting all my thoughts with fear
Worried

'ts not a secret, I love you the most,
Our love inspired dancing the Tango.
Growing old with you is a blessing,
Every day is a fresh, promising date
To tell the world about this delight
Here we bathe the love of the earth;
Entwined in one, our souls agree-
Running forward and further.

Foremost, our bond's an amiable stuff,
Oh! How I wish it would forever go,
Running forward and further.

Moon waxing gibbous from freckled skies
As breakers roll and wash the sands.
Far, far out in the abysmal deep
A lover waits with outstretched hands.

Deep deep below she pirouettes.
Sways, graceful as a Degas girl.
Wrapped as the tide does ebb and flow
Held for all time in Neptune’s web.

Taken one night as the typhoon raged,
Sleet straight as arrows shredded sails,
Masts cracked, they splintered, decks heaved, they split
Till Into the maelstrom the hulk was swept.

Night Dawns

The dead of night still lingers in his veins,
yet absence chills him more than thirsting breath.
Her laughter, once his balm to hunger pains,
now buried deep, she’s lost to earth and death.

No whispered cry remains to call him near,
no murmured vow to stir his hollow chest.
The stars burn on, but none can ease his fear
a shrouded grief that cannot grant him rest.

They’d laid dormant for so long
I’d forgotten they were still in there
I‘d sealed it firmly shut and thrown away the key
But they’ve escaped, leaving a bloodied trail of debris

They march towards my sanity
My mind can feel them getting closer
Trampling upon my serenity with torment
I sway and shake as I sense their destructive intent

Silently we face each other within this shadowzone
The outcome of this encounter remains unbeknown