Indeed I trusted her with all my heart.
Her eyes, they seemed to bleed an honest truth.
Her hands were soft and Soothe! I fell, indeed
Into her trap, her dark and dreadful part.

She glammed me in and lied with honeyed verse.
She led me down her lovely, mottled path
With lemon tea and scented candle laugh...
I fell into her subtle diatribe.

Oh heart!  You have deceived me once again!
Yet still I follow all your promised hope
And end up with your noose just dangling there...

And all the while she pulls me on and on
With beauty hiding just beyond her Vow.
So now, dark heart, I walk the final stair.

I never argue with her
I simply give her
Anything she asks for
Silently
A minor fee
A quiet effort
Nothing, really
For what she gives me
A kiss
To keep me hushed
Happy
Mutely secure
Dumb and Lucky

Three Bones lives in the olde dark wood.
Three Bones up to nothing good.
Shiney tooth and long dark hair
Olde Man Three Bones everywhere.

Humming songs without a tune
Swell'd up like a fat New Moon
Dark and shadowed, in his hood
Three Bones up to nothing good.

copyright 2011 T.P.Mooney

Where are you now?
You called out with pains in your
loud letters
(Frets and fetters)
And I worried
     even against my thinking better
                                                          of  it.

Where are you now?
Still fighting that sad oceans
deep weather
(Frets and fetters)
Still I worry
                 of it.

It matters not to her
How brusque
Or Deep-voiced
Or Pointy-fingered
I am
when she
Begs at the table
And I say
NO
She knows
Her wag
Will wear
Me
Down

There are no monsters neath your bed
They are all inside your head
When you sleep they all come out
Singing, dancing all about
When you wake they fade from sight
(But they'll be back Tomorrow night!)

I cover my eyes
So You can't see me
Hiding here
Hoping
You'll stumble
And knock
My arms
From my face
So I can
Catch you.

I hold my breath
So you can't hear me
Breathing in
Your air
Your exhale
I hide
From you
In plain sight
So you can
Find me.

Light crests and wanes
swift
speed flicker
moon unsure.
Skin swells then thins
with heat
wind
destiny.
Radio blackout.
Alone
I think I
Touched
God.

There is no bottom to "the drop"
there is wind
as you fall
and
time
slows
while
Your past grows
in the wind
and
time
so
enjoy the ride

Eventually
Everything
Will be said
And written
In every language
By everyone
In every possible
Combination
Of beat
And meter
And ...  
...pause.
Eventually.
Then
What will
Poets do?
(And then
God whispered
In my ear
And Said
"Silly...
They will
Invent
New
Words".

I often come down here          (cold)
Into the cistern                           (damp)
Into the chalice of                     (holy)
Mouse run dark                          (secret)
Mother and Father                    (power)
Cannot hear me                          (listen)
As I splash quiet                         (deep)
With my friends                         (love)
Fuzzy and wet                              (hold)
And squeaking                            (happiness)
As we                                               (together)
Roil round                                     (joy)
And laugh.                                     (forever)

She reads your soul like a well worn novel.
She knows the bitter iffy ending.
Yet still she turns your pages
With dear excitement.
This is true love.

Why did you think
It was a lie
When I said
"No.  I never called her"
But you believed that
I meant it
when I said
"No. That dress
DOESN'T make you
look fat"?

I promised that I would wait for you.
Hurry up.
I'm hungry
And weak
And I was never good at "saving"

I know it's been more than too many years
I am not the boy you loved
Nor the man you left
And I guess
You are not the girl I fell for
Or the woman who left me
But I do know that we are still ourselves
And regardless of the winds and hours
And Years and sins
And miles and miles
And tears by the bucket
Eventually drying
Along roadsides we don't remember
Driving
That first kiss
Still drives me wild.

I can not touch you from here.
What?
You want a rhyme
To go with that?
Is it
Not enough
To know
That
I have been
Stretching
Trying
To Reach you?

He staggered from the bar stool
To ask a lass to dance.
Alas, he'd had too many more,
He did not stand a chance.

A chance was just a fraction;
Hell, he could  hardly stand.
He took out fourteen tables there
And headed towards the band.

The band was playin' Old Fat Rose",
A favorite of the crowd.
But no one heard him crashing.
The band was Oh! so loud.

The lass what he was aimin' for
Caught sight of him and fled.
He tried to reach and catch her
But he snagged her beau instead.

Her beau, he tried to pull away,
But he'd been drinking too...
And so they danced the night away.
A fine "How-Do-Ya-Do".

So gimme a HI! and gimme a HEY!
And don't step on me toes...
We'll drink and dance the night away
To   Old   Fat   Rose!

You have been the engine
I have been
A small part
Of your
Exhaust.
I have been
The breather
The intake
Giving you
Air
To
Burn
To
Run
Right
Over me.

The nun told me
"God has been keeping a little book
Of your Life,
And he will make you
Read it
OUT LOUD to Him
When you get to
The Gates Of Heaven."

And I answered
"God can't read?"

I do not need to know
How far or why
Just push me
And I will fall
Quite high
I will go over what
And under if
With room to spare

This was her stone
her sacred place
high above the
space below
where she would go
when distance
came too close
when life decreed
its need
and insistence.
High up here
She'd relax her soul
and let it flow
out onto
the calm and go
the calm and go
the calm
from when to dawn.
For When was a wonder
always shifting
sifting sandish
with outlandish purpose
at notice
unwarned.
But dawn was and is.
She could smile and sit
with the that and this
of a constant
Shadow.
Wekemovye!
she would sing
as sun and stone
met
with her.
And children knew
Children knew.

Come gather round people, wherever you are
And hear this last song I play on my guitar
I've made one too many trips to the bar
And my voice is rapidly fading.
And the whiskey has gone straight to my head...
And these strings, they need a changing.
(goodnight)

His death did not surprise me
As old men go he went quite well
Happy
After his bride of oh those long years
His final moments were torrid
Reaching out for Her
Hoping she was there

I cried then as I often do still
For his eyes can cry no longer
Happy
His longyear in my soul
His final moments my hope
That past this mudded breath
She is there.

We found comfort in His hand
Solace in His song
a small one-note
the final note...
We found Joy in His dance
Rhythm in His stillness
a quaint quiet
a final peace...
We found Happiness attended
Balance in His whisper
a small movement
a final step...
We, who were once of mud
And breath
And need
Are freed
From those confines
From that war...
The Hero Peris saved us
By His sword
Swift
A final kiss.

It is not so much
That you have
Let go of me
As it is
The
Fear
Of
Being
Caught
By Someone
Else.

After all
It's
Not the
Fall
But the
Landing
Can
**** you.

I do not need to know
How far or why
Just push me
And I will fall
Quite high
I will go over what
And under if
With room to spare