shot in the dark,
stumbling trepidation as
phantom bullets pierce.

H73112

two tough weeks ahead,
slept all day, the night -
time to finish off the schnapps.

H8412

You are not
a sonnet
a love poem
an E.E.Cummings
inked in
abstract, charcoal
dreams

you're not a great poem
written by a great man

or a beautiful
cadence of
words that
flow so softly
from page to page

you're damaged
and troubled
and completely
unsettled
and the way I crave you
is annoying, at best,
and you're a mess of
fractured
sentences
straight-forward
predictable
unwieldy
phrases
and I
can't
stand
how much I
love you
in protest

You're rocking
the boat
and the white,
foaming rapids
beat
against the
stones

you're creating waves in me

and I know
that all rivers
search for the
fullness of the
sea
the silence of the
sea
the deep, surplus of
mystery that, I tell you,
is the
sea
&
I know they run
with ceaseless
hurry

but in moments,
when they're
still
and they're just about to
fall
Know that I am falling with you and you're
rocking,
rocking me

until above the rocks
above the danger of
metallic tides,
above the harsh
chemical dreams
of reality
that
polluted our
beaten minds

you and I will see the sky
open up
dusk open up
the world
open up and
we will find the
quiet of the sea

I'll have regrets
the day I die
I'll have unanswered questions
that around me fly
I never went up to the moon
I never saw Napoleon's tomb
I never crossed the oceans deep
Nor stood on top of Himalaya's peak
I never thought we'd say goodbye
but time just slipped on by
And now I sit here feeling sad
wondering if life has me had

It doesn't matter anymore
The memories's weight
I can pull no more
I'll just lay down and die
and to this world I'll say goodbye
Then as I walk into the light
I will be full of fear and fright
But it will all be okay
Happens to us all on any given day