Her yesterdays slipping away silently Midnight shadows beckon to her The coolness of the rain on her chilled skin Shall she wither and fall to the benumbed ground like the leaves of Autumn? Conjuring distant memories that seep into her internal darkness Slipping away on frozen wings leaving her alone and hungering for more Will griefs bitter heartache consume her? Or will early summers sun speak to her of a new beginning? Gentle breezes sweeping it all away Lingering only long enough to remain a lasting gift of comfort His touch is nothing more than an obscure memory now The endless longing increases without her acceptance Is there nothing in this frozen world that belongs to her? Crying out into the blackness She becomes one with her own anguish As it silently permeates into her very being Begging to be released from the confinement of her fragmented heart
for leather accrues The miracle of the streets The scents & smogs & pollens of existence
Shiny blackness so totally ***** she was Totally un-hung-up
We looked around lights now on Top see our fellow travellers ~~~
I am troubled Immeasurably By your eyes
I am struck By the feather of your soft Reply
The sound of glass Speaks quick Disdain
And conceals What your eyes fight To explain ~~~
She looked so sad in sleep Like a friendly hand just out of reach A candle stranded on a beach While the sun sinks low an H-bomb in reverse ~~~
Everything human is leaving her face
Soon she will disappear into the calm vegetable morass
My Wild Love! ~~~
I get my best ideas when the telephone rings & rings. It’s no fun To feel like a fool-when your baby’s gone. A new ax to my head: Possession. I create my own sword of Damascus. I’ve done nothing w/time. A little tot prancing the boards playing w/Revolution. When out there the World awaits & abounds w/heavy gangs of murderers & real madmen. Hanging from windows as if to say: I’m bold- do you love me? Just for tonight. A One Night Stand. A dog howls & whines at the glass sliding door (why can’t I be in there?) A cat yowls. A car engine revs & races against the grain- dry rasping carbon protest. I put the book down- & begin my own book. Love for the fat girl. When will SHE get here? ~~~
In the gloom In the shady living room where we lived & died & laughed & cried & the pride of our relationship took hold that summer What a trip To hold your hand & tell the cops you’re not 16 no runaway The wino left a little in the old blue desert bottle Cattle skulls the cliche of rats who skim the trees in search of fat Hip children invade the grounds & sleep in the wet grass ’til the dogs rush out I’m going South!
How can someone you don't know effect you so strongly, in a way that you'll never understand. You just sat, smiled and spoke so kindly, wearing cute clothes and studying, organised and stylish, you told me the shortest life story, we laughed then it stopped. You got off the train. Just like that, you were gone. A simple "see ya." Never to be seen or forgotten again.
With a smile you ask, "Darling, do you see the ant on my hand?" Yes dear "Darling, do you see the bright sun and the blue sky? Yes dear "Darling, do you see the sky? The birds and the planes" Yes dear But I don't see. I see the nurse and the drip on her hand, the blinding LEDs and ****** blue curtain. I see the hills of untouched food and the mountain of meds. But I smile knowing that you can only see the sky.