I have passed tombs
In the sunshine
And in the gloom
Pondering on rhyme
And my fleeting time.
Scented with perfume
She passed the dead
Who lay entombed
In their unenvied bed
And the dead slept on
When she was gone.
We find brevity in lust
And permanence in dust.
Your kiss
A mingling of perfume
With cigarettes.
Led inexorably to bed.
Later I found
Heels in my bedroom
And your perfume
On my dressing gown.
Smoke no longer lingers.
But I find
Sharp teeth and fingers
Occupy my mind.
I once met a vampire named Keith
Who showed me his very sharp teeth.
When he gnashed his great fangs
I fed him with gran’s meringues
Which poisoned that poor vampire named Keith!
I saw the lightning flash
Across the sky
And heard the crash
Of thunder
And I
Paused to wonder
On those who stress
The inevitability of human progress
Once green leaves
Are brown
On the ground.
Great trees
Wither and die
And I
See dead leaves
At my door.
There once was a rake named Mars
Who lit his cigars with silk bras.
A girl called Coral
Said, “you are immoral!”,
So he bought her brand new bras!
When a young lady known as Sky
Went and married an old billionaire guy
And he died on the stair,
I just happened to be there,
And to marry that young billionaire Sky …
Sometimes the tide of lust
Sweeps my sense away.
But on this windswept day
I know my lust
Is but leaves and dust.
I know a young nun named Sister White
Who takes me to her convent at midnight.
The Mother Superior
Calls me inferior
But I think she quite likes Sister White.
You and I
Said goodbye
For a little time.
I walk through
Fallen leaves
And compose a rhyme
To Eve
And Paradise Lost.
K Morris - Poet 