Since Halloween is upon us again:
Blood-Red Moon
Must write the poem
of the blood-red moon
on the days before Hallows Eve
for those vacant souls
on the internet
in the village of Mobileread
They read their books
and sometimes post
but never is it known
that each and every
one of them
is so very much alone
under that serious
blood-red moon or
the bright and shiny sun
they read their books -
their electronic books
reality is less fun
Misunderstood,
vacant and vain
they prey it doesn’t rain
for if it should
they live in fear
their battery might drain
and then they’d be
even more alone
alone and ebookless
and then would come
the night of the dead
no reader to be found
ebookless zombies
roaming the land
searching for pbook town.
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My first poetry collection - No Longer Dressed in Black - is available as a kindle ebook:
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007SQ9JYC
It includes a selection of poems written over the last two decades (1990-2010) that were published in a variety of small magazines and journals with additional new and selected poems.