Poems from home

It must be done while everyone sleeps
In the lost hours of the night
When even the moon's eye has been shut
And the dog's tell tale tail lies still
You must open the door swiftly
Inching stealth always creaks
But if you move with a surety of purpose
None will be the wiser
It must be done while everyone sleeps
Drugged into dreamless stupor
         You must catch them
         Before they wake from the spell
Cast this night each year
For just this reason
It must be done while everyone sleeps
Your hunger for flesh
must be saited now or not at all
for when they wake
they will snatch your prize
with greedy gobbling fingers
and there will be no more
til next year
when you will try again
while everyone sleeps



Cold Turkey



Monochrome monotony
Too black
Too white
...too black and white
Too grae, which is really just light black
Too black, still
Too brown, which is black subjected to accidental bleach
(Thanks mom)
Too black, again
         Almost not too black
         No, you were really better off with the first dear
         Too dark
         What? I was getting tired of saying black
         ...
Ok, ya know what?
Just forget it
I'll wear the black one



What?