Ghosts
rev their bikes, then...

the entrails of night
slithered back to their womb, so...

Going through those albums
Under your iron bed...

Hairy wolves and witches gurn
Along the streets tonight, so...

Pumpkins smile with fire,
their souls sold to the devil...

Happy New year 2017
~ English Sonnet...

Over a peaceful
ploughed field...

Harvest time (Haiku)
crisp fruit falls from trees...

Where do the tears go
When they roll away...

she had the symptoms:
streaming eyes, itching, sneezing...

Splattered steeple sings
As skewered spirit repents...

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how...