Are equals in killing
When lover knew the beloved would be gone
He would take a death as crown
And he hate the life as it became closed
The ring of world got so narrowed
He could not breath even it was tight

The sad came as a giant, everything would be destroyed
The smile had been dead and the life was blocked

The gun killed with easy movement
A press on the trigger with less concentrated
The bullet flew with shocking move
And the death angel attached
Hand by hand shoulder by shoulder was stuck

The blood bleed and  the eyes were rolled
Then looked at the high point up
The hands dropped , the legs were weakened
It could even move and one dropped
Last called corp.

Gun draw circle of blood
Moving its hand with red
Gone is the word closing
Every hope had champed
What a life that makes faults as non return road!

cool green leaves rustling
hot red tin roof expanding-
freedom of movement
stiff arthritic limbs longing
go - exercise caution - stop

I am a creature
Of movement and pain.
In movement and pain I exist
And have always existed.
To cease movement
Will be to pass from existence.
I am a creature
Of movement and pain.

Life can derail you sometimes
              but you just have to get

on a new track.

And at each new station of life depart,

                         relax till its time to once again

to  travel the tracks of life...

calling a lost lover
to begin to head on over
this bedroom was only a boarding gate
and this bed your layover.

I don't know how you do it but with every
delicate, graceful movement and shift you make
heads turn in your direction


©L.F.

who am i to say if the mozzer's lost touch?
what does my rough draft have
that is missing from his manuscript?
nothing. so, i'll sit down here
before the microphone and say,