The Goth Man Cometh

I stumbled across a great deal of Gothic poetry on the web- I typed that into the search engine, mainly to look for something I hadn't read before. There's a great deal out there, some good, some not so good. But I suppose that's true for any literary genre. When I think Gothic, I think of those great old chapels in Europe, an architectural period, and my European history, when the Goths swarmed all over the place. Whether or not they wore a lot of black and makeup is open to historical debate. But self-expression is a good thing. (Guess that's why we have blogs...) I didn't find too much in the way of inspiration there, but there are a few really well-written and genuinely creepy works out there. I never really understood too much about the whole Goth thing, but that's just me. I really like Type O Negative, though. But in my case, wearing a lot of black is largely incidental- it's my favorite color. At any rate, that's about all I learned about Goths. Incidentally, my little boy is worlds better today, a little antsy at being cooped up in the house all day, but otherwise fine.

One Night at the Casino

Waiting for the

words, like

shaking coins from a piggy bank

Staring at garish

bright casino walls

endless song of

slots ringing in my

ears

Drink in

hand, I'm

getting nowhere-

Where can I

find inspiration?

A timeless

blackjack table, and now I am

watching a middle-aged

woman laughing