Midnight Rambler

Inspiration? 

No need to use it 

As a foil— 

In the end 

You’ll still be caught 

In the middle, the night just 

Beginning with your burning 

The midnight oil. 

Ventriloquist

Mudslinger, 

Keep throwing it long enough 

And soon you’ll hear 

Your voice carrying above 

All the other dummies— 

Do you really want to hear? 

Abandoned

I know my simile’s weak but still

I insist these old houses are like old people 

In one aspect at least—finding themselves alone 

They fall silent, 

And wait and wait and wait 

Till they find themselves falling, 

Falling into a deep, uninterrupted sleep. 

Bushwhacker

The moon’s a round 

Pale-faced lunatic lurking 

Behind those silver-lined clouds— 

Watch out, you star-struck fool!

One Writer's New Year's Resolution

I want to get something out 

that is working away at me. 

—Stevie Smith 

So I’m going 

To keep on walking past 

Midnight through this graveyard 

Even if it kills me— 

You?