This book is full
of my father's eye lashes
He treated the pages
rough like his sons
pinching the daylights
out of them, I remember
mud and grease
on calloused thumbs
and you can still smell
Four Roses bourbon
in the morning
through the onionskin
He would not weep
he knew most folks
never kept their word
Anyway, his death
came through
like a hitchhiker
You could see it coming
like the slow light
of a faraway dead star.

i am meant to die in a heavy snow,
in a land of forever, never to be known.

Somehow A Salty Teardrop
Managed To Fall From My Eye

*~Marian~

They watch the world,
with open eyes.
They haunt the world,
with an open mind.
They see you move,
as you live in this world.

But behind these walls,
lies a deep dark universe.
One where the light can't shine through.
A world where they lurk,
they play and hide.
Behind these walls, there's a world inside.

If you dare to look,
or even hear.
Go ahead face your fear.
You'll join this world,
one cruel day.
So sad it'll be...
But they can't hear you say...

Behind these walls,
lies a deep dark universe...
One where the light can't shine through
A world where they lurk,
and play and hide...
Behind these walls, there's a world inside.....

Abbey of England
Built on bones of kings and poets
How dreary your gate looks today
But I fell for you, Westminster.

Your tower shinning pristine
in a light afternoon rain
There's something quietly mysterious about you
on a foggy London day.

Tonight, I was invited to a party
The venue read "Kingdom of loneliness"
And the guest list had only My name in it
I wondered why I was the only one invited
So I went ahead to find out who invited me
And I found out, I invited Myself.