Saturn is in
line with
Venus tonight
but, nothing's easy
when you're down.
The clowns walk
around, dressed in
yellow; fast food smiles
and cheeseburger
souls, and nothings
easy when you're down.

The dancers with poles
and sadness, that Halloween,
fires burning, childhood
perfumed dreams,
kind of sadness fills the
navy blue night.
I can't find the North star,
and the jack-lanterns lie rotting
in the streets of Nebraska
and Kansas, and the candies
all gone, and the kids wait.
And I can't find  
the deep blue shirt I bought
at Goodwill, and Billy Burroughs
is filled with worms and earth,
and Bukowski looks at Satan
and says, "what do you
mean, we're out of whiskey?"

I've never been much for the stars,
and family and Thanksgiving are
painfully overrated,
and nothing's easy when
you're down.

She is a poem of his heart
He never disclosed
In front of anyone.

our lips will never meet
nor our fingers intertwine
and so bless my dreams
for indulging what's not mine

EPHEMERAL

Fleeting flashes of tiny lamp lights
Minute lanterns white and bright
Countless stars in the skies
beautiful sights last eons of time
over the celestial and temporal,
God's creations but ephemeral

A shy violet and fragile red rose
To while away the woes
lovelies in the bright summer
flowers blush then quickly wither
in sunless garden, their scent
like beauty is evanescent.

Between vast skies and deep seas
dreams, visions and fancies abate
lay waste then recklessly dissipate
on brevity of nights and days
elemental will endures and stays.

Time is not measured in numbers
Secrets kept in heart chambers
And of the soul withal
live, outlast the ephemeral.

Delilah I. Causin
November 23, 2015

I overheard friends

laughing, talking about me --


I disappoint me.

someone
touched my shoulder
turned
to see
it was just a mirror...