Lunatic Shuffle By Ken Allan Dronsfield Thin mummified trembling bent fingers resembling razor sharp raptor talons. Grasp the burial shovel with a fervent malice. Reasoned breezes or teasing chaotic tempests dance on a marshmallow clouded pink fantasy. Sipping sweet tea with a lemonade pouted grin; My jello lunch reeks but a Thorazine high greets me; now painting the lawn in a mixed shaded azure, silver pleated brushes of bleached blond hair. Shuffling into the fog as my torch is now hushed; my friend tried to commit larceny of my frenzied soul; hear his cries for mercy from a freshly dug grave behind the lofty asylum by the tennis courts where we loved to sit and watch the staff relaxing and playing there. I'm floating over the calm bay in a '57 Chevy Nomad wagon waltzing into a newer decade in a drug crazed lunatic shuffle. Vessel of Silent Death Awakened by a jolt misty queried fantasy cold strangled soul icy grip on the marrow. Seething under ground crispy labored breaths buried alive it seems, a vessel of silent death. Life bequeaths a poison, coolish Vampire decree I was hated in my day but... Now, everyone loves me. Nocturnal Creeper Newspaper on a table obituary section open whilst tepid tea greets my rose colored cup. Today they found Harry floating in the Creek nocturnal creeper and keeper at the old farm. Twas a Monday last June whence his Mary passed Harry's been wandering since her burial service. Alone and cold, no spark in his eyes, nor a reason for taking another breath. Roaming the roads while seeking and freaking upon the questioned reasons for her death. On this day in a note left upon her grave, just before leaping into the icy depths, twas Harry who finally lovingly confessed. About the author: Ken Allan Dronsfield is a Published Poet originally from Hampton New Hampshire, now residing in Oklahoma. He has been writing for many years but has only recently begun seeking publication of his work, these appearing in a number of print venues. He enjoys writing, hiking, playing guitar and time with his cats Merlin and Willa.
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3/1/2016 07:41:37 am
WOW...Ken, you are amazingly leaps and bounds ahead of many of your contemporary's....or is it just that your untapped genius has erupted with an awesome force and great fanfare (and rightfully so, may I add) You're golden; simply hypnotically and delightfully stimulating so. You make the great, greater. Congratulations.
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