*The Dark Side*
'All hope abandon ye who enter here' -D.A.

Cellar Door

She dances wildly
to the rhythm
of the swaying breeze
capturing souls of men
with her gypsy eyes.

Time quickly flees
to avoid the lure
of her entrancing glance
leaving the land
a motionless sight.

Trapped behind a cellar door
her victims scream
dimming the moon
with desperate cries
that warn those
still free to dream
STAY CLEAR!
of the howling night.
'03

Hitching the Sky

It was not the hiss
of starved machinery
sizzling on the scorched shores
of Route 66 that knit
my untwined senses
into a long, catatonic, trance.

Nor those mad mad creatures
stomping on the scales
of a thirsty desert
craving kaleidescope rain

Nor was it that demon, Don Juan,
and his ash coal eyes
and his ungroomed venom claws
and his tempting forked lisp
reeling me into his rotten shack
with a snakeskin rattle
eager to grind me to potion.
Come. Come. The oven is warm.

It was the crystal night
whose fragile skin shattered
impaling my dilated gaze
with iridescence.
'04

That Witch
-to a very bad person

The candlelight was transparent
to the blind worms slithering
through her straw belly
searching for a feast of heart.

Her hair, tangled strings of cotton,
Her eyes, oily beads pasted on burlap skin
Her lies, stapled shut.

Tattered and scarred in the wake of her sins,
I pet her head, and reached for the pins.