THE-OLD-WOMAN'S-NATURALLY-
HEALTHY-DEATH
There're birds go fly
into the yellow eye,
in her light-fading hours.
She is ebbing away
on this breath-taking day.
Only her family's tear-showers.
She's parachuting she cries -
as the light goes dies -
into a field of sunflowers.
HAUNTS-THIS-HAMLET'S-DEEP-THOUGHTS-
JUST-NOW-JOANIE
Ah Joan, old dear,
you enjoyed Shakespeare
though sure made it clear
there was much you didn't get.
There're few find do
but won't tell us true,
and true were you.
You're the ghost to my Hamlet.
THE-HIRED-PENHAND
He's a gun for hire
with his ball-point pen.
He'll give the bullet
find again-and-again.
Some write poison
and remain anonymous.
He writes hard-truth.
Bite the dirt, the dust !
THE-WHITE-CLOUD-KATY
She plays music for Martians.
It soars to the stars.
She plays music for spirits,
heavenly are its bars.
And otherworldly is she,
a far-out haunting beauty.
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