Lightbulb eyes
no surprise
she chose the electric chair
How many gmail necks
can you fit in one noose,
how many deaths can the internet prophesize?
Typeface is sans post mortem
her imaginary friends wore
glitter over plastic guillotine –
prey tell, play poetic
scrabble with gravestones
Poems on the stones others skimmed
rivers deep, rain in gutters,
see how honestly they sank
as whale breath crying on shingle
The moon on your dress
epitaph or eclipse?
Five vessels sail to the heart
the first is a shipwreck
and the others mere submarine
without periscope











Lot of interesting ideas, imagery and turns of phrase in your poetry. “prey tell”, for example…I love that subtle shake-up in word. No cliche detected here. Thanks for giving my poetmind something to chew & stew on, as always.
Wow I just fell in love with your writing. Thank you for sharing ghost, will keep my eyes open and seeing