Poems written out by hand.....:)

Evil
Baby,
you're on high ground
zombies can't get
you now
Baby
you're a cold fish
lost in a warm tub
kept prisoner
by that wicked
King
high atop
that tower
made
colder
every hour
blue
sweet and silly
lights
can't hurt you.

Devil's dance
Red covered ones
three albums away
dance Jack
go outside
the fear
pauses
between my
shoulder blades
I cannot be
at fault
greasy eye lids
losing their color
I press together
white blankets of snow
and all I see
are the plastic lids
beneath
holding him inside
tied tight
with
an iron fist

The stage
Tabs of gold
slipping through
fingers of passing
fancy
rich in resolve
there is an
unhappy medium
handed to
those who wait
stirring the soul
with a needle
in my arm
there isn't
anything funny
about this
conversation
nothing to make
you laugh
only snickers
from the peanut
gallery
turning me off

Party
The beat
rich walls
against the
swinging doors
clamoring for
the air
in a single box
emptying my holster
drawing away
the gun
to her ribs
pounding precisely
in the generous
streams of central
avenue
hot water
rising over the
chocolate covered
cake forks
baby baked
in the oven
lost

Soft
Clean
raised sweet
the cotton
light
and
warm
when it
needs
to be
I buckle
underneath
hold my breath
at the world
and sleep
like sour eggs
nested in a
coffin
black
as a
tomb
buried alive

Bleak
vampires pulling
the day did not go as planned
rosary beads high

Pressed
Just tell me
and all of this
can end
stone garden
caught in
the bright
lights
of Hollywood
and its
silver screen
how often
do you see her
on television
anymore?
wrestle with
her agent
call her
and get
the silent treatment
as long as
she shows up
the money comes