what is the point? she once asked me
now I ask myself the same
what good,
what help is yet to come
of this embittered flame?

words in my throat
like bellows
steam the water in my eyes

if but these thoughts
could only cool
this molten mind
of mine

I sit and stir
and ponder yet
what strife
this blue love
did beget

red tears and purple sweat
lay heavy
lidded
low

my brow a lifted lapidary
my chest canary glow

but far off
yet
my darling

green

as there'll always be

and somewhere
blooming in the darkness

a rosebud
heart

just for me

I am long now
like a shadow
scaring the birds

I am dry-lipped

come now
sun's down

her strong hand rings the bell,
the hills,

my feet run to her

leg's churning water

my stomach,
a brick
weighed me

I am found wanting


her strong hand rings the bell,
her feet are still

I am close
the sky is crow

she is near
her voice is low

her strong hand rings the bell

and with that he said goodbye
never to be seen again
except of those who sleep
by day
and only dream of sin

goodbye! I cheered
and turned about
my heels
they clicked
and sped

I never knew how some could love
what I had learned to dread

Goodbye, goodbye! I sung aloud
feeling quite elated

skipped up the steps
unlocked the door
to a home less suffocated

but then
the smile that washed my teeth
went sully and forlorn
when someone called
"hello, hello!"
from below the worn floor board

oh dear! I winced
just as I feared
he's found his way back in

so I sighed
and sat
in my straight wood chair

to pray on paper with pen

Dear God,
please help
Sir Worrisome
find his home and kin
ours here is just too crowded
with Joy and Love and friends

with that I heard the door click shut
the sound of someone leaving

Sir Worrisome
alone tonight
not a soul is out to greet him