Shorts from the Darkside # 12

You’ve Been Framed

On the mantelpiece,
Meadows of yesterday
Bury sun-spots on a loving couple;
Without me in the frame
The truth of the camera-eye still blinks.
Outside their window, they don’t
Notice the lens getting closer.

Ripped in Whitechapel

After Jack the Ripper tour
The actors conducted a séance,
Elizabeth Stride grunted is anyone there?
Ectoplasm mist hid the cold hands
Grabbing under the oak table &
Plunged his identity between
Mary Jane Kelly’s legs.

Tyrannosaurus Text the World

“They think we’re extinct.”
His giant head lifted slowly,
Low growls from deep within his belly,
Thousands pairs of eyes flickered, focused.
The cavern was awash with the
Acrid stench of Jurassic bodies.
“Time to go.”

Above, New York shopped.