A misty morning
Leaves its dew
On a slab of granite
Facing the back yard,
The names etched
Recently.

Across the roadway,
Facing the asphalt
Sits a bench, its seats
Empty, the names
Obscure.  Children
Play innocently.

Passing away is
Euphemistic, but
The phenomenon
Is not.  Granite and
Urns of dust carry
On and on and on.

Innocence during
Life stops as mind
Becomes attuned
To the slings and
Arrows of decades
Of faulty love.

A long-lost friend
Received a holiday
Letter, years after
No-contact love.
He suffered much,
Died yesterday.

All these years, I
Have strayed, paths
Worn down by
Rain and mud.
Is there a road
Home?

Rebellion begets a
Ton of memories,
Lost kisses, roses dried
And withered, off-key
Music and dead
Teetotalers.

The earth is tired,
So favorite lullabies
Drown in salt and
Ice, alongside dirges
And psalms, just
In time.


© Lewis Bosworth, 1/2017

Drink makes you spill your guts
and I shouldn't stand laughing
pretending I don't know it's real.

You say you adore me.
I think I might be using you
for fun and drugs and validation.

I'm so ****** up.
I'm evil as they come, and everyone
seems to think I'm normal now

I hate myself, but I'm better than you at least.
Maybe I'm mad and I just can't see it.
You said you'd buy me things.

Lost

A breeze caresses
like the hand that is no more
memories linger

found

eyes meet in heaven
The earth moves with great spirit
hearts weave together


waiting

endles rivers pass
time swirls hopes of love then stills
Eyes gaze lost upstream

betrayal

her eyes beautiful
his hand on her like vines
her eyes beauty died

his hands felt afire
hypnotic waves of passion
end a once true love

reunited

thick harsh forrests grew
Between them branched a heart
Twas an olive grove

longing

across endless stars
hopes find little way closer
to the lost heart beat

Desire

Folding bewtween flesh
woven souls wind through valleys
the molten heat lit

romance

Daisies scatter hills
he picked one of perfection
tracing her gently

shadows will scream that I'm alone

I was the youth wave once
groovy in the know
hip
then my twenty ninth birthday came and
I was still alive
not ready yet
to give it up saw
quite a future
in disco
then the ball dropped
on fifty
still I grooved
and held up my medallion
a Peace sign hung proud
around my neck
hair all down my back
a green Army jacket
on my arms
and  yes, still bell-bottomed jeans
and Roots boots just a little
protruding;
I just tie-dyed a new t-shirt,
sent my water pipe out for cleaning,
put CCR on the YouTube thing
tweeted
on my page ,
I am still here to all them
know it all youngens
who text at the speed
of light going through every
redlight

i’m so afraid
of what you have to say