Somewhere, Under the Rainbow

The ghost of Judy Garland
Is visible at night:
Amphetamine-white phantom
Floats through the moon-mist light.

The Emerald City’s toppled,
The yellow bricks are dust,
And Dorothy’s dead in Kansas;
Tin Woodman s gone to rust.

The ghost of Judy Garland is audible as well
New York, New York’s her kind of town
Manhattan-angel’s hell.
10-92

Marriage is Forever

The voice in the attic clamors,
As you ascend the stairs--
The sound subsides and stammers
Just wind. There s no one there.

Old jewelry and dresses,
Your late wife s finery,
Her wigs and braided tresses&
You turn too late you see
She s coffin less, and free.
03-06-92

A Family Visit

Your prison is a tomb,
A vaulted, marble room
Where your wan spirit lives,
Denied the peace death gives.

And now your spirit goes
In shrouded coffin clothes
Across the headstones for
Your brother s portal door.

His new wife sees you clear
And screams. He s here, he s here!
Your former wife was her
And he, your murderer.
02-20-92