Sitting in my chair in a blue room-
maybe it's a blues room,
with depression and despair

Sitting in my chair in a red room-
maybe it's  a red hot room,
with anger and seething

Sitting in my chair in a green room-
maybe it's a green eyed monster room,
with envy and jealousy

Sitting in my chair in a black room-
maybe  it's a black as midnight room,
with darkness and fear

too many chairs
too many rooms
too many colors

I'll be back you wait and see
gonna make it on my own

Next time it will be a WHITE room-
a bright white room,
with everything you could
never give me

Faceless doors and
grimy dry windows
loom above
cracked sidewalks

The old corner store
longs for warm bodies

The "L" roars past
like a jackhammer,

Ah, the noise

In a beach neighborhood
with pink plastic flamingos,
lawn jockeys, palm trees and
bougainvilleas on manicured lawns.

She sits staring out the window
while brushing her long brown hair.

The chihuahua yaps to be picked up,
Kathy gives in and puts the feisty
pup on her lap.

It was my understanding that is not failed
took to my knowing from early age schoolhouse did
    And the books piled and the room
            insisted more
        The teacher beckons
With order saying and call of schoolbell and look
And the smell of school books on the hard wood desk
        Myself to get took
            That second
to the still teaching room and set down.

    My first day began with the room-
kids and the older kids of the advanced years calling my name
    Around the pole and the waving flag
            And I rose
        In doing homage
And talked toward it a crowd of all my peers.

As night falls
romance covers
her wounded
heart.

From nigh' to morn'
te' crows knew,
awaiting the night
at dusk, love
shattering
the nightly mood.

Her lips awoke
the sleeping city,
grabbing the moon,
as the stars
screamed.

Blood dripping
from her lustful
sword, time to
cast away hurtful
memories

Requited love
burning like
embers, melting
frigid hearts.

Unbridled passions;
nay of ceasing,
bereft of fear,
aught of pleasing.

Truly nothing
of all sums,
tis rare or fine,
ever is so nigh
‘til morrow comes.