Sunday, February 24, 2013


A rich in mirth playwright
weighs heavily upon an audience
in which to guide it's next step
onto flat screen and fake actors portrayal
of something they could care less about.

When were the good old days
the witch would scream curses
and spells!
The crows would fly and attack with talons
scratch at me deep
and stain my eyes with
forever asleep.

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