Morbid thoughts, I feel them approaching like a veil, a cloud across the sun.

That unconscious step

So, yes, unconscious 
I must surely be
As I slip away
Across the sea

Know the ferryman
He has no change
My leaving date
I must rearrange

A ticket to pass
A farewell kiss
Release the life
That I will not miss

And yet, my mentor 
Ever, it seems
I may return
To weep in your dreams

Members of MoreWriting are taking part in NaPoWriMo 2009 and here's what I wrote for today, promoted by a Flash Poetry title supplied by parisDramaqueen24.

Comedy Club

Ho ho ho! Ho ho ho!
Panted red-faced Santa Claus
But in the Comedy Club
There was no applause

Tell us a funny one
Some wag shouted from the back
And hand clapped poor Santa
As he emptied his sack

No presents for you lad
Santa boomed across the hall
In fact, the joke is
I’ve no presence at all