The Party's Over After the Masquerade

Feigning politeness
You're flimsy and sightless
Mocking whatever scares you

Been acting a part
Have it down to an art
That sweet girl, she hasn't a clue

But sooner or later
she'll find you betrayed her
and take back the heart that you stole

Left begging and crying
you won't give up trying
to fit square pegs into round holes

Puppies, Fall

Furry, chilly and dead
Soggy, silly, inbred
Freakish and frightening
Hallowe'en lightning
Browning, infrequently fed

Harvesting, corpses, rot
Corn, now ear-less and caught
Whimpering, wailing
Cries unavailing
A flavor not often sought

Sinister pale moonlight
Snagged a Chinese delight
Let's sit by the fire
in autumn attire
and cook our dinner tonight

The Embrace

she’s lost
exposed
and cold
And drifts to a nameless destination

joints ache
head pounds
feet run
The frantic cold whips at her tingling skin

“Smile, you!”

Shaking, she hugs herself
Adding one more barrier against the world,
Bracing herself

Again,
“Smile, you!”

She steadies her gaze ahead
Ugly salt rips shamefully down her cheeks

He caught me!
She realizes

“hey, you!
it’s me!
come here,”
He shouts, awkwardly ambling after her

The calc. kid, she sighs
She doesn’t bother to wipe her tears

he nears
arms wide
then hugs
And steps back to study her secret face

And remarks
“So,
You smile.”

The Telephone

Expectedly cheerful, her voice sings to me.
Unwavering, lively and always busy.
Wouldn't mind talking an hour or three,
but we can't.

How's my day? It's fine; and yours? It's good too.
Are those sniffles? Oh, my. So you've caught the flu?
I would love to drive there and visit you,
but I can't.

Rambling transition-less, awkward and flailing.
Trying to get her to stay, but I'm failing.
Wait, I think the next topic's unveiling,
but she can't.

Despite that she's hung up, I'm still hung up on her.
Thinking about how things are and things were.
I could call her back and let feelings transfer,
but I won't.

Exits are 10, 7 and 19.

sneaking horribly, slowly
smelling horribly, always

ever drawing near
clawing, ever here

crooked arrow
fly!

suction feet fail
whimper and fall

You have slain the Wumpus.

Lands' End(s) Summer

Oh, Karen Durst
You lent me that coat
I admit,
I had my doubts

But that thing is rad
And also magenta

It warmed my heart
And also my arms and torso
And stuff

You’re a mad lady,
Karen Durst

Please, though
Let’s avoid politics

Covergence of an Infinite Series

Near
To me
Sit

Back
To me

And I wait

For the turn
My turn
We turn

And finally meet
(In calculus)