Lucky Me “I took the bus from Los Angeles to Sacramento. At the station I saw an old chum of my brother’s from High School.
THE FIRST APOCALYPSE, THE TRUTH ABOUT ALIENS, MISSING LINKS, AND REAL PANDORA’S BOX, AS TOLD BY A GHOST A figure in a brown dress, long
October brings Cool mornings Birthday celebrations Ghosts wondering If they should go To parties of those They used to know. Vampires trying To remember What
Tomorrow… Tomorrow I will pull up enough plants to fill the Green Waste can. The front yard of my home is a small botanical garden.
POETRY, GHOSTS, AND VAMPIRES He told me that he loved The warm breeze on his face The smell of pine trees And water on granite
The ghosts That haunt us Can wait Until Halloween. We’ve all Had too much Wearing masks For two summers It might never End So in