(Simone continues to spontaneously create poems. Her features turn a bit strange when she’s doing it, as if she’s channeling the words. A new Yeats? We only have a fragment of the third, as she said this while riding on the bike with Beth. The first isn’t much to speak of, but the second? She’s on to something. Here and here are her earlier poems. One more thing: except for a few cartoons, she hasn’t seen any vampires, yet she seems oddly obsessed with them.)
1.
Vampires and ghosts were all over the world.
Nobody has seen them at all.
I have seen more people than vampires or ghosts.
But nobody has seen vampires and ghosts at all.
I think people would be frightened to see vampires.
2.
Kaboom.
Lightning and thunder came long, long ago.
Snakes came slithering.
It’s the king snake of the king.
tiny, tiny, tiny.
ting, ting, ting.
Bells are ringing in the church.
Sing, sing, sing of dead people coming out of the ground.
3.
Diamonds flickering
from the end of a cave
locked with silver and gold.
wild beasts . . .
Nobody has seen
that you are just made of dirt.