BAD HANGOVER Poetry II

POEM POUR UN PUTER
I'm in this box,
It holds my thoughts,
When cast away,
It reels me in
Winging me down,
Spinning me round
Washing my mind,
Sucking me dry.

BAD HANGOVER
It is morning without light stretching the day into the night
Subdued slumbering thoughts gently conjure love's caress
Wrenching in an empty bed, dreaming of your strong arms
Waking wrapped in linens not your sensual love's embrace
Hold back the day surrender to the night in loves lost yearning
Weeping for the loss of one unknown for passion's sake
Praying for the dark so as not to wake

Unlucky Misbegotten Sonnet for Maggie
Betrayal and sadness dwell in our forgotten house
Sordid memories replacing happiness once so devout
Rampant heartache renting flesh, tearing hair
Ashes scraped along open wounds of desire
Clawing gnashing at love's internal stirrings,
Strangulation of the heart's frail murmuring,
Summoning forth the seventh house from the Sun,
No magic potion renders cruel evilness undone
Immortal depravity cleverly unbound the tryst
Unraveling trampling asunder sensual happiness
Days of glory fade to dreams and gone
Nights in limbo linger on half living
Ever after kneeling praying unforgiven

Feast of All Souls
Death is the Mistress we dare not invite
Harvest heavens lend glowing cold light
Iced in the grave the bones are at rest
Feast of the dead All Souls have been blest
Chilled in the crypt devoid of all light
Shuddering strangers go bump in the night
Shall we dance mortal love with our slow undulation
Are the sins and the lies worth the grand tribulation
Can you lie down beside me and make me forget
All The lies you have told me since first we met
And Is your soul troubled on the final account
When the reaper stands near you will it come out
Love time is endless on the other grim side
No lying or hiding will chasten the Bride
Pale lovely visage in frosty attire
Sheer apparition lost soul of desire



POEM 4/8
What would you do if I were to say
Give it all up and take me away
For over four years more or less to the day
I made you go and she let you stay
Regrets don't come easy, mine all came true
I have all you pictures but now she has you
Through dark frozen nights my dreams imbue
Evocative memories of the passions we knew
When death overcomes me and I breathe my last sigh
I will sleep with the Brookins; the Calhouns close by
When you're laid to rest will you crawl to my side
And take me in death to be your cold bride