Dressed In Black Poem by THEO RAY

The ocean raged, the world was black, we danced like pagans at a mystical-feast. My eyes wept with blood.
The black bird sung, and has always
sung to me. I walk the cemetary, in
the warm breath of autumn. Dressed
in black, like Edgar Allen Poe;
'Must everything be in black? '
Yes....indeed, my sweet friend.

Ode to sweet madness.

My bones in the catacombs.
Dust me off a little?
Won't you?

My fist cut by the glass, drunk from too much wine, the blood running
from my fingertips and onto the floor, it's so stupid, but it's so 'Rock 'n
Roll.' Getting drunker by the minute, like Dylan Thomas; Nirvana
attained, through Dionysus.