A PUFF OF SMOKE

Puff of smoke

 

 

A puff of smoke.

A flicker of light.

Life is sweet.

Life is short.

Gone in a puff of smoke.

Don’t close your eyes.

The candles flicker.

A life is gone.

Only THE DEAD

have the power.

Only THE DEAD

hold the cure.

Only THE DEAD

know who’s next.

THE DEAD GAME

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Neil Leist

Neil Leist

 

Yesterday, I met a famous photographer, Tony Vaccaro, who had photographed my brother in 1981. It was a year before my brother’s car accident. After two years in a coma, Neil passed. I’m more determined than ever to write a book on my brother’s life. Tony took photos of Presidents Kennedy, Obama, and Nixon. Famous stars like Sophia Lauren. Artists like Picasso and Georgia O’Keefe. And my brother, Neil Leist. Neil had just become the CEO and President of American Bakeries. He made his fortune in the commodities markets and was on his way to the top. The accident ended his dreams and mine.

This isn’t the photo taken by Tony Vaccaro. This photograph is the last one I have of my brother. 

THE LAST ONE

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I search the night.

A lovely sight.

My wings are spread.

Don’t go to bed.

I see you scurry.

Don’t need to worry.

My talons reach for thee.

In the sky, you’ll soon be.

We’ll soar to my nest.

I will love you best.

I will be the last one you’ll see

before your eyes close for me.

BLACK CAT OUIJA

Stay away from here.
Death I cannot bear.
I’m telling a horror tale
with each wag of my fine tail.
Tourists disappear
into the thin air.
One day they’re right here.
Next day they’re nowhere.
🌹THE DEAD GAME 🌹by Susanne Leist