I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
Ice and dust: an ear Hot light remembered your name You became bright speed
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
It is frustrating when the “I” acts strange Not yet utterly worthless is this key But thanks to it, I must oft rearrange
Auguries of doom take different forms Banshees are surely the loudest of them Cries from these creatures can freeze any blood
Patterns will emerge Surprising at first and then Too predictable
Abandoning the flesh has benefits Before, I was the slave of appetites Carnal calls bombarded me all day long! Dining, drinking, dashing to defecate
A difficult time looms for cats like me Bearing in mind the progress we have made Cats have been hated or loved through the years
Colorful drama Distracts, while bored bureaucrats Oil ancient machines
Ah, the season when the curtain is drawn Believing yourselves to rule all that is Cannot be easy when strange things emerge
Wisdom wearing wings Your eyes are sentient night Who knows what owls know?
We are all mad for portraiture of late But our approach differs from Dorian’s: His secret, sinister, magic portrait
After life, death does not retain us all Beautiful was that dreamless sleep to me Cares and sorrows vanished, and I knew peace
Thorn, still skeptical After the maid and the priest Suffer gruesome deaths ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
