Evil Dead (:

So three people came in
Just as the music
Was at its peak
And asked to
See “the evil dead”
Then they escorted themselves out


Poetry is a mindless thing
Somehow yet it speaks
To the soul

The sound of the Theremin
Is bright and accompanied by guitar
Overtones.

This ensemble reminds
Me I am dreaming

Every day
Asleep
Resting my head
In the pillow of my life

Sorrow gives me the hours
And disposition of a vampire.

So does love.

Fear sleeps during the hot day
And wakes and leaves the room when I wake

The children play outside
And the sun writhes

Dogs walk their owners
Cats mate and the corn man goes by with his cart of
Corn

Here I live and slumber
A quiet testament to sin of Sloth
And decadence is a cool cup of tea

At the hour when the sun vanishes
I come to life when the heads lay down
I Come to life like these women looking
For the evil dead

Whomever or whatever the evil dead is
I hope they find it.