Buttered Toast

Drop buttered toast on the pavement falls right side up
But you will flop and quiver with your crumbled nose in the dust
 Under ladders your hearted soul leads aimlessly away
 But after tripping off heights to the thrashing water your breath will be astray
 Black cats do whisper and slink about your corners, drowning disgrace as your cloak
If you run into a sketchy bar depressingly drunk I wouldn't take a drink from the pleasantly accented bloack
 If the sky is red in the morning then sailors should take warning
 But if your sheets and walls and hands are on fire what is left for you than the ashes soaring
 Women can't drive is how the old saying goes
 But let's say the gorey pavement was left after you were bulldozed
 When you sneeze, about you someone is speaking
 But the wailing truths are always there, you just aren't listening
 Say Bloody Mary in the mirror three consecutive times as the clock struck twelve
 Though only the bloody reflection of nightmares will your imagination dweleve
 The superstitions are accusations of your unpleasant life's action
 But all these unpleasantries were brought on by your own worldly interactions

Black Cat Masquerade

We are all black cats in the palest of moons
 The lunacy and loonies transcending the anticipated doom
 We stalk behind candle lights at shadows in the night
 Or linger behind secret filled corridors out of sight 
With long crawling fingers we lead others astray
 Our intentional bad luck bringing discomfort and dismay
 Accidents eradicated and all accusations put aside
 It is by our own rules and self nurtured pleasure the bad luck abides
 We cast and wish it upon others we seek
Our eyes cold and worries on skin left sleek
Black cats, we wander and screech and cry
 With our own misfortune the bad luck dies

The Good People

Whispering Willows and lingering wings

Distant gossamer and silken dust shrouds your dreams

Suffocating silk and cloth contacted clover

Venomous ivy our blood the donor

Crying and screaming and wrangling woods

Running from entrapping roots from the people of good

They wretch and wail, spelling ill fates to the wind

The daydream’s roses falling to nightshade sins

Fey folk be tiny with pristine snake eyes

Wrinkled wings and clawing limbs pierce the sky

Enchant the innocent children with a burned thyme lavender chants

To force them into the ring of wild tribal magic dance

Running round riveting roots and rivers to drown

With snow white children’s toes perspiring bloody footprints to the ground

Songs of gentle bells and deer calls swivel and dip

Shadow casting menacing trees and poisonous tulips

Cheers cross as the child does flow down the single stream

Dropping body after body down the golden twigged hole of dreams

They cross and quiver with quick envy shouts

Crawling and quaking with empty belly glouts

Each wee fairy and large oaken beast

Coax down the body a kiss of the dying mist

A feast! A feast! Do the crowing walls leak

Of childs blood and dirty secrets, hiding the meek

Does dawned and perthroned can a queen of hathaway hum forward

Her elegance and rose cheeks in the sight of a bloody corpse be altered

Dressed in rose thorns, spider silk and scorpion tails

The queen of nightmares dawns herself in the entrails

Drawing up a long single fingering lance

Slashes the jugular with a swift and spluttering Slash!

Lost in the hours and bones of the brittle night

Fey and good people call out a bristle born fight

Picking over fingernails and sweet tasting hairs

Left with the thickened tongue and torn derrière

Coaxing and coxing, bathing in sweet tooth bile

They crimp cover crawl in the throatal wail

Skin slack awrigle a winged parasites

Sleeping lungs and poppy plugs left’n right

Hares and bones, slim picking of preposterous puny

Skull and torn silk left with wrinkled grape eyes a pruny

A dare a dash of raven clawed eyes and cat ears

Mutilated child corpse and flower braided skin promise the fey here

Without lost of reason or lucid portrayal

The truths of the world are lost in fairytales

Fey and good folks the beginning and last animals

Living feasts- humanly cannibals