Women are the symbol
                   Of
Power,kindness,beauty , care
                     and
most important is the creation.

After the ball game
on the high school
playing field
Shoshana is still

sitting there
with another girl
so I go over to her
and she blushes slightly

and I say
what did you think?
she looks at me
and says

not very good
are you?
I smile
no not much

but they will
insist I play
at least you're honest
she says

I am
best way
I reply
the other girl

stands up and says
don't want to play
gooseberry see you
later Shoshana

and she walks off
something I said?
I say
no I think she finds

boys embarrassing
Shoshana says
I look at her
sitting there

dark hair
long straight
bell will ring
in a minute

she says
best get back
towards school
she stands up

and I say
where do you live?
I live a little way away
I get a school bus home

she says
so do I
I say
I know you do

she says
you get on
the same bus
as I do

I look at her
do I?
yes you've not seen me
I get on as quick

as I can
she says
I see you though
a bell rings

from school
well see you later then
I say
and she's off

leaving me there
and I wander back to school
across the grass
watching her go

her slight figure
in the afternoon sun
taking note
of her neat ***.

I've carried different flags in my day ..Worn tired emotions on both
sleeves ... Call me the King of Altruism .. The poet that hid as the shot glasses slammed the kitchen table harder with each drink .. The sight of Smirnoff ***** bottles are wicked painful to this very day .. The little ******* that sent his thoughts to the secret blue sky with wooden matches and red eyes so no one could read them .. Never understood , doomed and terminally depressed ..No hope .. No cure ... Everything is getting 'tighter' year after year.. Tighter I would say .. The house , the last bastion of private contemplation and solace is growing small .. Like the injured animal it's sheltering tonight .. Wringing out the last bit of memory on a web site , until the well eventually runs dry ... No more running or hanging on to the left arm with the right hand ..Goodbye Reflections , facing the living dead , Genuflections regarding the waste of days .. Hours of atrophy fulfilled ..

You left me like Chernobyl
In a split second you decided you were going to combust and leave me alone with your toxic nuclear waste
You left silent playgrounds inside my ribcage, abandoned because no one wants to come back for fear of catching the radiation you left behind

If you listen quietly enough you can hear what we used to sound like
But how can you do that with all the mess
With all the books lying on the ground and every picture we've ever taken and every word that you've ever said

If you take a closer look there's a lot of pages with "I'm sorry for the mess" written in them
But sorry isn't what you say when someone has lost everything

The street signs are so damaged that I can't even find my way home anymore
Or maybe it's just because you left and I have a home anymore
They say this city is haunted but I know for certain that's not true because once you left you never came back

It's been 29 years and I'm still here buried under the rubble of this disaster caused by your radioactive fingertips
How long am I supposed to wait to become habitable again?

Every night I've wished this explosion was an earthquake so that I could have something to blame but the one thing I learned from you leaving is that there's no such thing as aftershocks in heartbreak

Is love so fragile and the heart so hollow?
Shatter with words, impossible to follow
You're saying I'm fragile, I try not to be
I search only for something I can't see.

I have my own life.
And I am stronger than you know.