Poems from the Wishful by Arkayna K. Malfroy. , ,

“I went to a party last Saturday night, I didn’t get laid I got into a fight” In a back n’ forth motion In circles we fly Into each other out of one another Flocked we are Unlocked These times are our times To realize To live real lives “And you will know her name…….” Slumped and Carried upon the back of a Pale white horse he rode Down the left hand path guided by the Morning Star Passing by forgotten Hope Discarded spoons Lost dreams And Left over screams The shadow descends upon The valley of Death !!!Diablo!!! ………And you will know her name by the trail of the dead Lady Heroin

“As it lingers” We are “THEY”s Rotting refuse We dig and barrow like Maggots “THEY” build tunnels and galleries in our corrupt crypt flesh Ashes! Ashes! We’ve all layed down Dead these centuries Such a lovely perfume A perfume to break your heart

© 2003 by Kalob Thurston