The rest of the poems

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Count Down

I kissed my dolly good night
As mommy tucked me in.
She closes the curtains
So the moon doesn’t take me again.
Daddy turns on the nightlight
Before pulling the string,
“I vant to suck your blood.”
I drift off to dream.

Grace

Pfft pfft pfft. That’s the sound of my lover.
My friend, my confidant, my business partner
Thwack thwack thwack hear the voice of my only friend
Petulant is the man that thinks he knows the answers
My companion, cold steel beauty, my reason for living
Ask and ye shall receive – pay and ye shall receive more
Bang bang bang no need for quiet this time
Penitent is the man that wishes he had something in which to believe
Watch the target fall, slip away, no one escapes in the end
I grant favors but they come with a price
God also grants favors, are those costs any less
Naïve is the man who believes in transcendence
Hire me to remove all of your problems,
Beg Him to take you away
At least my way has predictable outcomes
Repentant is the man who wishes he chose me.

My Children

Fe Fi Fo Fum
I smell the blood of an Englishman
Whimpering again about why I don’t intervene

These days I feel overwhelmed and unappreciated.
Some say I am dead or never existed - such lack of faith
I grew weary years ago
Of all the lies and hypocrisy
I am not sure anything on earth can interest me now.
Why should I act?
What’s in it for me?
Preachers preach – blah blah blah
Parishioners sin – what can you do?

Three blind mice, three blind mice,
See how they run, see how they run,
I closed the gates to heaven long ago
Only purgatory awaits the dying
Think about correcting all your own problems
Before you bother me
With your sorrows

Scar

As the sun comes up, I am going down.
Nothing ruins the night like the day.
Chasing the moon from the sky,
The sun splashed wretched through the windowpanes.
It extinguishes the safety of the unknown
And the shadows hide in the corners
Where they belong.
Although the world is much more interesting,
When light hides in the corners


Thing (I can’t put my finger on it)


Tiptoeing down the hallway
She carried her shoes in her hands
Thighs spent and sore from the night
Hoping not to make a sound
She hopes that he’s sleeping,
Her new lover filled all of her needs
Her old one none of the above
Involuntarily she thinks of her lover
Night comes quickly in the winter
No one can escape the dying light
Never thought she would find passion
Growing in the unlikeliest of places
God’s house is where she goes for her escape.