Poetry: Chasing Rainbows (While on Narcotics–Prescription of course)

Okay, so I’ve been having some bad back pain. I was prescribed some halfway potent pain killers. And..well they’ve had some interesting side-effects.. one-of making me feel like I am barely here and having some very–umm..creative thoughts. So, what is a writer to do with these-weird feelings? Of course.. write something! So I came up

Humorous Horror Poetry: The Lady at the Round Rustic Table

Alone in a dark cool downstairs room, seated around an old rustic round table, sits an elderly woman with long black hair and white highlights woven through. Her long wrinkled fingers with brittle nails, and chipped red polish tap on the old rustic table, As the black candle dances Illuminating the dark cool room. Dressed