Mediumship

The chill
morose
drumming
from the heart of Africa.
Where
Man-first saw his ghosts
refined
but not Brilliant-Cut
pounding with muffled restraints, voices
murmurs screams and whispers
Man- attuned to their wallowing
wailing pain and bloodshed


The Happy

are Soft-spoken

They find,
a Medium, who can hear them.

The Haunting

Turbulent manse,
Self-destructive beauty,
Corrupted youth's spell,
Wavers in a fish-eye lens,
We're all missing,
Some of us dead,
Ebbed away
Terror-Horror-Humor-Humanity,
Insanity,
Loving the lonely,
Trickery,
Twirling,
Only slight jabs from the past,
Lay to rest on the mantle,
Continues the climb,
Crazed


The woman is hiding behind the curtain.