We will Never  
win
in this our
Dream

I reach for you,
  with ribbons.

What?

favor  is THIS.

To go on?

You set this stage.

Tomorrow and tomorrow
and tomorrow

creeps in this my souls
petty pace.

All alone

I sit by the window.
The ****** wash
of resolution

Rinses

me .

Will you ever sing to me
In the
music's lowest chords?

Ever again?

A chanty…

you sing
My love.

While I Cry.

alone.

Caroline Shank
9.11.2025

If I could reach you
I would say
I
Believe
In you.

Its the last address
Of this life of

disappointment

They will never know.

I believe in you.

Grind my tears in the
bowls
Otherwise
So

Closed

On saving me

I am now
Utterly destroyed.

I am in the minutes
Of the

Rest

Of my life

Alone and
Shattered.

Saved from their
determination

what waits
is my future.

Now, Happen

Soon.


Caroline Shank
6.06.2025

You will not keep me
Winter warn
Or
Summer cool.
The arms
that were to be

mine

Are gone.

There is a cry in my
throat that

Loosed

would
stain the earth
and sky.

Brown,  teak,
sadness.

Lost again

Secula, seculorem.

Caroline Shank
6.06.25

I vape sometimes.  I am into
Self determination.  No drinking
I thumb my nose at the 50s.

I'm old now. I float you Mother
There are no cocktails.  You

were a dream of mid century
hedonism. I saw you as the
Cleopatra of Barberry

Drive.

My milk tastes of you.
I vape occasionally
and walk to the edge
of tomorrow.

Take me O Lord. Let me
not know.  Push my head
into nights endless abyss.

Let tomorrow anoint my
scrambled hopes that
even tonight I

dare

you to be

Real

My love


Caroline Shank
May 28.2025

The smoke stole, across the
sky.  I remember.
When I
was young.

Skies of pink clouds
across the evening
mark the advent hour.

I was 9. Then 29

The crazy years.

But i learned to survive.
So I thought.

There were lessons
I had to learn

Like pulling apart my
skin to see where the

bleeding

began.


Caroline Shank
5.18.2025

Would tonight be a good
night

to go?

Bare Spring, buds and
daffodils.  Hasta’s shoulders
peek and I and my
friend share the
evenings
braille messages.

Our heart's alert ,
fingers reach,
Maybe tonight?

after you leave?

The rain begins.
Shares the drops with

tears.

And I look at the
empty bed.

Night Lights hang on
neon signs,

And the guitar sings
of blue beaches.

I want to leave but

quietly.

Saturday erupts .

It won't hurt…



Caroline Shank
May 2, 2025

Always Here

for you my love.  I said
that last humid afternoon.  The
melt of love dripped,

refused to release
into rivers, steamy and
loud. The birðs

squacked
inside the black
cage,

as if they were prepared.

Love never lasts
in my yellow
world.

It is always  in Shakespeare

that tomorrow
accompanies
the winding down of
a love affair.

True north
is

Rarely ever

True


Caroline Shank
April 30, 2025