Theef

[Viejo.]


Would be smart of me to
write it down,
just can't seem to
find the time.
sleep and bed
are my best friends
but sloth has stolen
all my rhymes.

The Birth of Stanley Harbor

[This one is not in the same vein as the others....It is much older.]


They lifted the mask,
slowly his eyes fluttered
open.
They all gasped, amazed,
trapped by the blackness
and the coldness of his gaze.
They collected themselves,
asked him his name.
Could he remember?
Was he healthy?
Even sane?
He rubbed the dark marbles
in his face.
"Stanley," he said with a voice
like burnt ice.
"Stanley Harbor is my name."