I see your flowers
In the hall
There's the phone
But I can't call
I don't know what to say

I see your picture
Just above
Your rosy cheeks
I so did love
You took it all away

I take you down and
Look at you
On the back
The rose you drew
"Hug and kiss go your way"

I think of you while
In my bed
Pink clean sheets
From when we wed
Left side is where I lay.

You want to share my bed
Go on right ahead
But I'm not going to go to sleep tonight

I'm forced to stay awake
Think of my mistake
And wish that I could be with her again

I see her in my mind
Feel her from behind
But then I look and see that it is you

How did it come to be
You are here with me
I wish it was the other way around

I cannot turn back time
To prevent the crime
So this is how my life will be for now

She saved you from your death
Gave up her last breath
But you are all that's left of her for me

The raven caught me by surprise;
Its feathers black and in disguise.
Loud screeches ring out through the night,
Dark shadows touch me with delight.

My hunting takes me deep inside
This ancient place where it must hide;
A sandy hole made to soften
The bulky weight of a coffin.

When morning breaks down on the east,
And monsters cease their nightly feast,
Can pointed sticks be all required,
For killing it and those it sired?

I'm sweating now, though it is cold,
And wonder if I can be bold
When doing that which I detest;
To murder at this town's request.

'It was a dark and stormy night,'
The words did flow from me,
Not what I wanted to write!
- Deleted it with glee.

'There was a man from Nantucket.'
But could I make this work?
I think I need a bucket,
I feel like such a jerk.

'The sun rose over Eastern hills.'
This does not sound like me.
Must have been the sleeping pills
That would not let me see.

'Call me Ishmael. Some years ago -'
This fishy start is bad,
Was it Edgar Allen Poe?
And now I'm getting mad!

'Clancy of the Overflow.'
This title I don't like.
And so should I have a go,
To see what I could write?

'Much ado about nothing.'
It seems to ring a bell.
It's not smooth and does not sing.
I can't choose titles well.

'When Zarathustra was thirty...'

Damn It!!!

With stale and acrid stench
The house of death stood cold
On walls the blood did drench
Murder from days of old

A stranger came to ask
For work and loaf of bread
His aim a dreadful task
But smiles were seen instead

His work was carried out
With care and good intent
Work so fine left no doubt
That he was heaven sent

Eight young girls bade him stay
Their offer felt just right
"For their sins they will pay
These escorts of the night"

Blood flew like torrent rain
As anger took a hold
By the morn they were slain
Bare and naked it is told

Now the house cries alone
A ghostly shriek at night
None would want such a home
Not even birds alight

Throwing words
And some cutlery,
After wives
find adultery;

Feces flies
Like brown torpedoes - 
chasing those
With high libidos.

Suicide?
Consideration...
Shooting her?
A contemplation.

Marathon...
An Olympian.
Lawyers chase...
It's draconian!

A black haired lady, pale of face,
Said, "Annyung Haseyo"
I asked her where those words took place,
My words she did not know.

Another dark head, tinged with blue,
"Konichiwa", she said.
I gesture signed the message through,
She showed me sun then red.

Then next I saw a round face girl,
She wished me, "Ni How Ma."
Trying to show where in the world,
Held up her camera.

A doctor came by soon enough,
She sang, "Appa Kabar."
My puzzled face was creased and gruff,
"Singapore silly, la..."

The man with her then turned to me,
And said, "Sawat Di Krap."
He flapped his tie, what would this be?
Should I insult him back?

With olive skin and cutest face,
"Magandang Hapon Po."
I laughed, the words so out of place,
"It's tagalog. You know?"

An unplaced face then joined the crowd,
"Lay Ho," her words did boom,
"Please return to your seat," she bowed.
"We land in Hong Kong soon."