Heathen Howl

Dreary dialectics dilute our decadent decade,
Our destitute dispositions and dilapidated dreams linger on…
Rise you heathens! You Harlots and Hamlets.
Hither lies our humor,
Mutilated and moaning
This infectious madness and mindless melancholia,
This monstrous apathy creeps hastily forward
Hounding at our heels and hearts.
Make Haste!...melt and mold this deranged dreariness
Shape and sharpen brains and slay these serpents
These monstrous mutants mangling our minds;
Humbly hold your head high and howl…
Howl so that they may hear and hesitate
So they may fear us and our happiness

A harlequin's Ballad

Reckless and rambunctious we wallow…

Waiting,

Wondering warily through minds highways,

Harlots and hyenas howl defiantly,

Deftly we defeat our destinies

Distrustful but happy

Us harlequins hurry on hollering

Haplessly helpless

Unaware of the snags and snares

Hags and hares harassing our intentions

Defiling our dreams and dashing our disappointment.