Apothecary

Beneath the ancient gallows tree

There sits an old apothecary

Where deep within its ancient rooms

Resides an old man selling ‘shrooms

That he has harvested from soil

Of graveyards where the serpents coil

And if the ache screams in your joints

Just follow where the way-marker points.

The place smells of dust and moist mildew

And the foul dark liqui...

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Let The Night Fall

Let the night fall and cover us

with heavy molasses sleep

that makes our bodies

sink into soft linen sheets.

Clouds of pillows

swirling round

our dream filled heads.

Let the night fall and still

the howling creatures

clawing at the doors

of our subconscious..

Folds of duvet

cushioning

the ravages of life.

Let ...

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medicated

in a corner of the room

daylight pools its last ripples

and she stands alone

afraid to step onto the shadow

that creeps towards her

afraid of the sly shuffle sound

that drags itself across the floor

or the mewling voice

that whispers its fears

and fantasies

so that when she blinks

the orange light

has dimmed

and the room sh...

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