The veil so thin now

allows a peek beyond God's 

acre into night 

The dance macabre 

calls and as the cold clutching 

hand grabs yours, you smile 

At least you can laugh

in the face of unholy 

terror and trauma 

Even your body 

is on a payment plan in

our CEO-run world 

Blighted at birth by

an unthinking machine built 

to bulldoze the frail 

Past — a palimpsest

with ghostly traces of our 

blotted out errors  

Sooner or later 

the sun sets on sadness and

shining stars return 

Blues broken by night

as you prowl by moonlight and

find that well lit place

Like a bee banging

into a windowpane we 

hope in vain for change

A crush of dead leaves 

covers the once emerald 

grass at season's end 

Fragmented, fractured

the world spirals out into

a black, barren void 

Real sacrifice
and spurious saccharine 

tales are now the same 

The stoic spider 

waits for gentle vibrations 

then strikes swiftly 

Bang on the doors and

scratch the wood, but still the house

stands despite your howls 

 Shimmering water 

calls but the air like death's breath 

denies the descent 

Blighted by beauty

and lacerated by love 

we crawl towards our end

Grieve for poor Brutus,  

brutish or not, who at a

loss fell on his sword 

On the far shore I

saw among the fog-shrouded 

trees a beast prowling 

The dahlias and

cosmos are beautiful in

their dying throes 

The peppered sunlight

plays on pale green leaves that sway

ever so gently

Slither and shake, 

writhe and wallow among the

fallow fields in fall  

 The TV ain't no

mirror, man, nor a window 

but it is a mask 

Blue fades to black as

night's veil silently descends  

awakening fear

The needle points to

E and the tires are bare but 

still you claim a win

Shut the window and

plug your ears, but still the 

clamoring remains 

Wind through the trees sings

a songs for me as, bathed in 

dappled light, I swoon 

Language is a lost 

art due to emojis, don't 

you think? [winky face]

Like a cat curled and 

asleep in the sun she can

still pounce at a stroke 

Blinded by smoke and

confused by mirrors they nod 

and agree all's well 

When thoughts spiral, take

a breathe, a beat, and know we

are all just human 

Clouded sun hides its

light, but, like Salome it

begins to unveil