Shorts from the Supermarket Morgue

Train Window People

If you miss the last train
on the darkest night,
please miss it running

No empty seats for me
‘cos even empty seats need company.
It’s not just rain which falls down windows.

It’s an Astronaut, not an Angel

Prayed at midnight on the park bench
hoping my eyes would open to
your vision in the sky

The moon hung heavy
as cataracts in a blind man.
Was it Jesus, dressed as a junkie,
who stole my sight?

Bicycle Ride to Cemetery Gates

Laid my heart upon so many graves
an attack now would burn every diary

An old man chisels the distance
between life and death.
he blades blood into suitcases.

Gravely speaking,
the tomb is the child
who was lost in the woods.

A Life Wasted

The men who slit throats
have time on their hands

They laugh at Hollywood guns
waiting to take Stallone on a picnic,
where silver will shade the sunlight.

Always waiting.