Imagining when she used to fill it
Up with dandelions and greens
Set it the middle of the dining room table she bought
Same old thrift store she got
The flower covered vase from
And the old yellowed tablecloth
And it was always filled
With whatever wildflower or **** she could pick
And it signified in a way
Our love and dedication
How though poor we were so rich
And I appreciated then.
The tablecloth is put up
The vase sits empty.
The yard is filled with dandelions
And blooming clover
Lush greens growing wild.
Just like my heart.

do you think
cloaks of normalcy

societal smiles
wash away reality -

that screens pulled close
pious veils drawn

means all is well -

that children next door
from 'respectable' homes

aren't used like so much spoil
displayed with polish

to the highest bidder -

what tales do you keep
to sleep at night

in perfumed air -

'it's far away
some hapless child

not where I drive
with tinted glass

they're lower class
don't know the Lord

mere runts down town
where father drinks

can't pay their rent
make decent wage

so sell the kid
for sordid nights -

- n - o -
it happens

to tender buds
in wealthy
suites

and poorer shacks
in any
place

and every age
from dot to
grown

they stay unseen
stare at their
sums

are ***** this night
sob off to
sleep

as mother too
walks right on
by

deaf to the screams
he wants his
due

so he will take
her brother
too

'now be a man'
says worm to
prince

he lies to all
most to his
face

and no one sees
and no one
hears

the silent screams
with veil drawn
close

they look askance
and walk on
by

Holding close to that little prayer book
All the way down the street
To
Those big arched doors
There
In Vincennes
Where
The congregation all dressed
In
Sundays best finest dresses
Polished
Shiny black shoes
Brass
Candle sticks lighting
Every
Row of pews
Little
Girls and boys all
Five
The Evans kids
Three boys two
Girls
Walked every Sunday
Morning
Their parents always
Stayed
At home
Wonder
What they did?

In the deep of night
she comes to you,
bringing with her
dreams come true.

Pressing her lips
upon your face,
in tender love
souls embrace.

Holding tight
through faith and hope,
forever joined
by loves golden rope.

By song of heart
a melody sublime,
in mystical sound
of rhythm and rhyme.

In the deep of night
magic transpires,
giving the beauty
of loves eternal fire.
~

Blessed are the young
The animals
The mountain people
The charmingly innocents
****** I seemingly
Am smart enough to see
But too dumb to act
I get glimpses though
In dreams
Visions come to me
And go
As quick as light
At a flick
I ponder half awake
A cigarette glowing the
Last dregs of last
Nights keg
Running through me
So I ****
Think reminiscent
Of the visions
Last nights tempting the
Day breaking
Again and nothing
Changed.
Who hasn't?

Massively small and incredibly molecular within the all that revolves around this existence
Am I electron orbit or neutron
Center or just black matter
In all this conundrum?
Have I mass enough to
Gravitate another celestial body
Close or am I spinning in my
Own orbit around just a
Speck and thus
Just time and space surrounded by nothing more but vacuums?
And were I perchance a hyperbolic arc on Sky's dark
Would I glow for some
Smaller being perhaps
An unseen being on the
Outer electrons of a hydrogen
Atom. Just carbon. Bonds.
Space and time.
I wonder
A lot.