Something quite witty.
A quiet, simple giggle.
A moment they shared.

He chased me through
my nightmares and into my
daydreams and I'm so tired.

I kicked up my boots
and drank a glass of sun tea while 
the autumn sun shined.

While I do not fear 
you, Death, I forbid you to
knock upon my door.

I dreamt it nights

ago just to relive it again

in the sunlight.

oh to be the small 
spider and build your home
wherever you like it

When I have bad dreams
it's always the same him chasing 
me every time.

The spiders spun the 
most glorious webs under
the full moon last night.

The golden leaves fall
from the trees, lay in the earth,
and sleep the long sleep. 

True, we're not the same.
We're different people with the 
exact same problems.

I didn't put away 
the dry goods, but I ate toast
and wrote a poem.

I figure mermaids
have sharp, scary teeth and don't 
where shells on their boobs.

The ghosts shake their bones 
and rattle their chains to remind 
you they're still here.

I know you want out, 
cat. You're doomed, my little 
flower in the attic.

I wait for the babe
to sleep so I can write then 
stare at a blank page.

The siren fell sad 

each time she saw a sailor for 

she sang him his death.

The crows didn't move

as the cars passed. They just kept

eating the opossum. 

The yellow leaves fell 
around them as they lay in 
the sun. Oh, sweet them.

The moon looks so close
I could touch it, but I can't
and so I just look.

The winds blew her hair.
The sunlight shone on her face.
The earth made her way.