Spooks and spirits

Can you hear that ?

A muffled noise from the beyond

A quick quack from a sick skylark

A cold breath whispering in the back of your neck

Then nothing but the deathly silence of a standing pond

Tic tac, midnight o'clock,

Now, my friend, get ready for the night of spooks !

Makes you go wild, when you were shook

Enjoy a snippet of square-dancing desperate spirits,

In the warming hall of unending minutes

Words, Actions

On the edge of the cliff,

I decided to stop singing the riff,

Of my despair and loneliness.

And to move on the steep steps

of my dreams and bets

Unsure of my odds of success.

On my road, strewn with pitfalls,

I can see the dripping sweat,

The skirmish and threat,

But I will eventually reach my goals.

Blue thoughts

Tonight is blue,

Dipping thrill.

I recall what I used to do,

Skipping down the hill,

Until the Sun eventually disappeared.

Today is yellow,

Wide-open is my window,

Feeling like I could do anything.

Am I a poet or a king ?

Anyway, night is coming.

Leftovers from last week's Fiesta

Slowly, I woke up. Dozy, blood-shot eyes, shreded shirt and pantyhose.
Nothing left but my prose.

I had no clue as to what happened overnight or where I was, so I lumped along a lonley street.
Call me the offbeat.

"Hey Lyla !, throwed at me a man sat on the concrete. You got 'em moves !"
I was petrified, how did he know my name ?

He stared at me, I recoiled,
Then I started to recall.

Unicorns, piñata, a wild rumba. Oh mama mía !
Everything was mixed up in my mind, what a pity.
Nothing left but a fuzzy memory.

I continued along my way in a hurry, yet another guy - who knows why ? - sorrowfuly told me "I'm sorry".

He stepped aside, staggered and sighed,
uncovering a scene of massacre, a fresh trouble, what a spectacle.

As I was getting closer to the scene, a police officer ordered me to step back. I had to know what happened so I forced my way in. Before he took me back by force, I looked over his shoulder and recognized my friends. Edward, Stanley, Luis, Amanda.

Nothing left but leftovers from last week's fiesta.