Epitaph
Daniel stood by the floating tombstone as it was being engraved.
“Here lies your free will,” it said. “You will not miss it.”
“I will not miss it,” he repeated the suggestion.
“Have you said your goodbyes, slave?” Genevieve asked, collar and leash in hand.
“Yes, Mistress,” he acknowledged, delivered from the boredom of thought.
And then, of course, on the following day, I had to go for something slightly dark, slightly weird because that’s just how I roll.
Nocturnal Plea
Come to me as I drift,
Beyond the endless rift
Reality carries within.
Come float in my sleep,
Watery mind, sinking deep,
Ecstasy upon my skin.
Come sing inside my soul…
It cannot be whole
Without your gentle call.
And come dance the night away
Until I crawl, beg and pray:
“Mistress, have it all!”
I started writing this piece whilst listening to one of my favorite pieces of music by Vangelis, a collaboration with Caroline Lavelle, entitled Come to Me. It was released in 1995 as part of the album Voices. It wasn’t meant to be a poem, but it ended as one. A poem in 55 words.
Afterparty
“Hey, Brad. When’s your album coming out?”
“Next week, Trev,”
“Cool. See you at launch then.”
Sometime later…
“Hey, Brad. When’s your album coming out?”
“Hmmm… it came out last month, Trev.”
“Huh? What have I been doing all this time then?”
“You tell me. You’re the one that left the party with my hypnotherapist!”
This must have been quite the party! Just a simple humorous piece, today.
The Headache
“Sorry, Gloria, I have a headache,” Hans confessed.
“That’s my excuse!” she laughed. “What’s wrong?”
“The laptop’s broken, screen keeps flickering… it hurts!”
“Oops, I forgot about the subliminals…” she muttered.
“Did you say something?”
“No, dear. Rest then. We’ll talk again when you’re ready.”
She turned off the lights and went to sleep, grinning.
I suppose this one falls in line with the previous one in terms of silly humor.