Evening of Evette

Evening of Evette


Lead me to where the light shines millions
upon my cold dark face.
Where my eyelashes touch and my cheeks glow
with the sun.

You are familiar with the melancholy of this old forgotten place.
I will follow your spirit,
so young and spontaneous,
for our journey has just begun.

Lead me to where your smiles rejoice together
to make even more.
Our laughter bouncing off brick walls
that could swallow us whole.

My feet hear your footsteps as we walk upside down...
The clouds make room for your entrance.

-Mr.Strangedub

Elm Street

Elm Street

All night, I tried to make

money from junkies.

Now the sun has come.

I feel ashamed of us,

the dealers,

the peddlers of death.
I have been watching
quietly at these corners
and seen the madness
that creates the screaming.
Talented souls are ruined,
and I now understand,
that this will never end...


-Mr.Strangedub

Following Death's Footsteps

Following Death's Footsteps


sincere sadness in solitude leaves dry
tears of lost
years with
peers. I have more
fears of
queers than dying it
appears. When death
rears its stone head for attention, I
merely sigh hoping he has
ears and if so he
hears. I
steer in his direction in order to stumble
near his non-affectionate touch, but he
clearly avoids me, leaving me alone to cry dry
tears.

-Mr.Strangedub