Empy bed
empty rooms
hollow chambers
long shadows cast
by a knowing moon
in this barbarous night.
Where stirred whispers
soft as love's first glance,
now only echoes
of slamming doors
and rustling thoughts
like wind through dead leaves
of what will never be.
One more picture to hang
one more face to remember
in a gallery of lost desire
there is room for no more.
I am so sorry boys and girls
I can't come out to play.
The devil is sitting inside my head
wanting me to play with more lethal toys.
Time to rest.
Let my final escape
be a party with bright lights
and a siren's scream.
10/8/2006
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem