Spots

January 12, 2008

A wreak in sparse places or occassional, sneering faces that riddle

a walker and rider in the middle of perfection and performance.

They cannot be delayed or washed completely into extinction of

an acquittal of the walls on which all do write.

To bleed verily and wearily leaves the obvious drive to peddle

this problem toward minds, which either caters or withdraws

acceptance of the stuffening status whose steps are seconds

to return ritual ruin as a rightful habit.

© 2013 Jarrod C. Lacy

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The Burning Light

To my niece, Memories Keith, who

loves hand games.

(For "Hand Games")

February 2, 2008

Room in the attic,

Looking out the dormer,

Scary fanatic,

Hide in the corner.

He comes, he comes,

The burning light comes.

Dive in the shadows,

Try to be a brave face,

Beware of those, beware of those

Warm lights, in any case.

He comes, he comes,

The burning light comes.



Back a little further

Darkness your safety.

Voices of him or her,

Fakery for you and me.

He comes, he comes,

The burning light comes.

Keep your faith strongly,

Make no sounds,

You won't feel lonely.

Light is out of bounds.

He comes, he comes,

The burning light comes.

© 2008 Jarrod C. Lacy