half rhyme


The monsters left their corners
crawled out from under beds
their beastly fangs
now crystal smiles
bore inside our heads
and took from us our reason
replaced the void with bile
bland flavoured
masquerading style.


Lines to be revisited when less distracted

Oh heaven help us! Be you there?
beyond the con trail criss cross
above the silvered clouds somewhere?

Do you receive the earnest prayers
of each believer’s dearest wish
are the gods of man, of man aware?