Haunted
Below the Black Deck
There's always a clatter,
A speculative chatter,
From the bones in the
Catacombs' alcoves
As the Black Ship
Rocks and Rolls.
Tour Guide
Along the Boulevard,
One passes these Black Glass Doors:
OTI: Open To Interpretation:
A not to be missed location
For seeking solitude's inspirations.
Graveyard Poet
What Graveyard Poet
Would be for the task
To sing again among these Black Tombstones?
Oh, Master's* could read these ossuaries' bones
And weave them shrouds.
*Edgar Lee Masters
Tombstone
Tombstone!
A 'once upon a time' Town!
A nickname too
For my Town.
Bodie
One has had to see
Bodie's Boot Hill,
Her ornate high wheeled Black Hearse,
Heard the Black Piano that always plays,
And the wind moaning tumbleweed streets
Coyote walks, sings
Ahhwoooooooo!
To understand.
Here
Here, above the pearlescent wake,
By the fantail rail,
Take my hand.
We can see where we have been.
The view from the Black Ship's bow?
Too scary.
DolphinWords
Notes: might be something to the Graveyard Poets!...Edgar Lee Masters I haven't read since grammar school...on facebook's 'black scroll' was a pic of Kilmer in the movie Tombstone..."I'll be your huckleberry..."...I get notions from everywhere...catacomb alcoves I think have a name...might insert that when I find it...didn't think 'boulevard' was poem 'fitable'...and of course it fits wonderfully in Don't Stop Believing along Journey's Journey...
Strangers waiting up and down the boulevard
Their shadows searching in the night
:)
DavidDavid
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