There is a story to tell.
I met a person.
There is much to tell.
Choked up emotions.

The person listens.
Reads my stories too.
Not only the intro,
but the whole thing through.

Tells me I am great,
when I know the truth.
This has to be fate.
Because it soothes.

Positive and,
Appreciates.
Hard work, effort.
Invigorates.

The person fills,
me with words.
When I am lost,
and I am slurred.

Hair so curly,
Maybe straight.
Not sure, did
not speculate.

Eyes brown,
maybe blue.
Come to think of it,
it is you.

I didn't want this
never saw it coming
there was never a trailer
for
the featured failure.

a main attraction
is the smallest fraction of
the biggest sum
split into two
the sons of a gun.

but perish the thought
if you think that I've bought
a ticked box of fancy,
she wouldn't let me
and I didn't complain.

with a push and a shove
encouraged by love
life moves on.

Living at hard angles,
the hemophilac in the razor blade factory
a diabetic making chocolate,
the alcoholic cooking with vanilla

A car running out of oil
in the great Mojave Desert
broke down,
while heading to Paradise, Nevada

Life at hard angles,
hard to get started
hard to get around

Rent gas water, electric insurance garbage,
car needs tires, internet phone
food
whose ever screaming the loudest
bank accounts have been known to go to zero

Cry all night

We're going to hold on to each other tight
it's all temporary
Even when you're sleeping hard
living at hard angles.

we thought that we were juggernauts
astronauts
thoughts we all believed in

when we believed the head of the pin was the ballroom
there was no room for manoeuvre
and then they blew you
away.

Black specs or black ops
madmen or the cops
one and the same.

we thought we were the biz
the wiz'
we were not even the ***.

any one anyway
this wasn't blue ray
just
pay per view
cheap enough for me
and cheap for you too.

and we thought we
were
juggernauts.

( 'don't worry, be happy' )


Suicidal tendencies?
thoughts like these
disrupt communication
alienate you from the
general population
and end up with you
being wheeled into
a private sanitarium
or even worse
a council
crematorium.

I never think like this
and while life's not
always
a bunch of bliss
I'd rather have a punch
on the nose
than suicidal thoughts
like those

and who knows how it
would have turned out

if only you'd hung about
to find out
and now you'll never know.

I dream of the one day where we meet again; anew
two from the same soul
seeing you, a past lover
as a new individual
different in appearance, different in mind
maybe we will meet once more
when you no longer support your temper
and I my immaturity
we will be cloaked in a new moon's light
seeing each other through skin and bones
forget insecurities; forget past disagreements
oh, but I am humbled
such prideful thinking it is to ever imagine another chance in this life
to get things right
I am not yet developed to receive you
so for now,
I will dismiss this as naïve thinking

479

She dealt her pretty words like Blades—
How glittering they shone—
And every One unbared a Nerve
Or wantoned with a Bone—

She never deemed—she hurt—
That—is not Steel’s Affair—
A ****** grimace in the Flesh—
How ill the Creatures bear—

To Ache is human—not polite—
The Film upon the eye
Mortality’s old Custom—
Just locking up—to Die.

1765

That Love is all there is,
Is all we know of Love;
It is enough, the freight should be
Proportioned to the groove.

419

We grow accustomed to the Dark—
When light is put away—
As when the Neighbor holds the Lamp
To witness her Goodbye—

A Moment—We uncertain step
For newness of the night—
Then—fit our Vision to the Dark—
And meet the Road—*****—

And so of larger—Darkness—
Those Evenings of the Brain—
When not a Moon disclose a sign—
Or Star—come out—within—

The Bravest—***** a little—
And sometimes hit a Tree
Directly in the Forehead—
But as they learn to see—

Either the Darkness alters—
Or something in the sight
Adjusts itself to Midnight—
And Life steps almost straight.