Showing posts with label death. Show all posts
Showing posts with label death. Show all posts

Wednesday, 25 March 2009

THE GIRL THAT SAID "NO."

It was September
when in the shed by the coal
I saw a dead little girl
and asked for her soul.

I grant her permission
to prance round my home
and she responds to my question
with a word that is "No."

Cute without the e,
she has a smile round her throat
that can't reach those eyes
and she constantly chokes.

This lodger can't realise,
she has not one clue
that this arrangement is priced.
My interest grew.

I stalked as she played
a while later, in June.
She asked if I'd like to play
and I nodded true.

We played hide and seek,
I ran from the word "Go."
I hid in the coal shed,
watched the key turning slow.

I pushed at the locked door
as my panic did grow.
"Won't you let me out please?"
The girl smiled and said "No."


Monday, 24 November 2008

FRANK.

A perspex box
A windshield rocks
as wipers smear and swim.
A dirty box
with tube tube socks
and a lamp shade made of skin.
The light shows veins
a Franken brain
It all comes from within.
That sullen stain
of blotted pain
Stretching wears us thin.
A little switch
A little flinch
and lights released from sin.
Through a blot
on tube tube socks
A snake sneaks under skin.