My indicator light's stopped working
near side at the rear.
I do right turns only
guessing my way, oh dear.

I'll spiral towards my destination
that's the plan, you see.
But I end up where I've started.
How stupid can one be?

Put a new bulb in the other day,
now the brake light's broke.
Is this for real,
or is this a joke?

So I think, brakes are for losers.
Slowing down or circling like a goof,
I'd get there so much faster
if I fixed a blue light to the roof.

Fragile fragments fade forever
As heart is erased
Emotions won't budge
Forgotten never
Wishes were a waste

Harmony hardened
Harmful haste
Hate the way time twisted our thoughts
You don't even remember the taste
Of tongues tied into knots

Why thoughts of us remain
Though you've disappeared
Is a burden I can't ascertain
Reason is unclear

Stubbornly clinging to pieces of the past
Remnants of love both once knew
Cannot comprehend we didn't last
Everything we have been through

As icicles decorating roof outside
Melt as snow slowly thaws
Water droplets fall like tears cried
For each one you are the cause

Directing chills up and down my spinal cord
Could shoulder makes me shake
Shiver in shadows as I am ignored
Never thought I would be the one you forsake

I hear words said long ago
Yet too significant to forget
You loved me and begged me not to go
Your adoration somehow reset

The death of our unique connection
Left me with nothing but grief
Cannot accept this is really the end of our intersection
Obsession arouses disbelief

So many years now washed down the drain
Like you vanished into thin air
Loneliness steadily drives brain insane
Can't help but miss you despite the despair

Raised with such
critical safety guidelines,
un- thank you!

Now your,"if something
should happen"
watered down my life to
'nothing ever
happens"

and
when she left
hemingwey

ernest put the barrel
of a shotgun
in his mouth

big toe
in the trigger ...

line and color
at the tip
of his brush
van gogh
knew her intimately...

ravel
felt her with his heart
and composed
the piano concerto for
the left hand...

and his dead hands
and with his dead hands
still clutching a book of poems by Keats
shelly slept with her
on the sands of Italy...

the wolf and the elk
blood and bone

a savage
animal
she is
when taken
for granted

the night
jumps from
the wall

and...

she walks
8th avenue
in the rain
and snow

beauty always
has her price
(usually 20 and up
depending on
what you want)

and here I stand
a stone
beside an unshaded lamp

4 walls and a door

I've tried to chase
your ghost
out that door
many times

and the unfathomable echo
of your footsteps lingers
forever fading down the hallway

the unshaded lamp
the mirror above the sink

a dangerous animal
the broken heart is
in the unforgiving light
of a windowless room.

Raised mid fire and brimstone
Religion every day.
It wasn’t oh-so-very long
Before I walked away.

With my back turned so completely
I soon had lost my way.
I squandered all my treasures
My foundation turned to clay.

It seemed like fun for many years
But there were dues to pay.
Too many lovers came and went
While I forgot to pray.

I had a chance to make things right
And wicked dragons slay.
I only managed for a while
Then things began to fray.

I traded for a different one
Who wanted just to play
And lived the last years of my life
In many shades of gray.

I could have chosen uphill roads
I picked the easy way.
I worked so hard to hurt myself
And every trust betray.

I find myself in sunset years
Beneath the sun’s last Rays.
My life did not fulfill my dreams
And I must face that fact today.
                                              ljm