Monday, December 22, 2008



I made a date with Death

to meet him at the Pale Horse Cafe'.

I told him that I realized today

that I was bound to die, and most distressed

to have this mortal fate.

Why must I someday be know as "late?"

My crimson lips whispered the enticement

in his ear, not the first time

I faked a feeling for a thug.

He liked my life's breath
and leaned in for more......

from: "Two Ghosts"

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