That night in your old car,
the bench seat ideal
for our closeness,
the summer warm,
humid enough to beat
the air conditioner
into a whine
of futility and sweat
I asked you
what you wanted to do
in life.

I didn't understand
your hesitation,
that painful look of
desperation,
the thick defeat
that came between us
when I asked.

"Lone Mortality"

arrogant dark Rooks cawing

from their shadowy haven

come to me unbidden

black-cloaked in shiny silken death

I pick up the trail of blood

carried fresh on the

intermittent nocturnal breeze

for one brief moment I am

powerless beneath fevered shadows

I am prone and pinned

To secret prophecies..
.
intolerable and unforgiving!

you came undone
when you done me wrong
your tongue hard with words
that shaped your face
with lack of grace

twisted, snarling angry dog
never to lie down near the Master,
head to heel and heel to heart
crushing wild
the red rose its thorns
growing on your head
into circles of home-bound grass

alone is
often the part
women deal with sufficiently
the knowing of silence
its lack of voice

i find myself hollowed out
a tree being tapped from
the inside

echo's string themselves
across empty horizons

some days i hear beauty
in the grasp of solitude
release my fists and
roll them out to
open palms

i have no idea
what i expect to land there

perhaps the screams
of a once loved heart
searching for a new home

My Time Isn’t Up, Friends

As I stand at the end of the cliff,
A breeze slaps my face
It says,
What in hell are you thinking?
Your time is up,
Jump off the cliff
Your life’s end, tis!

Then a hurricane came
It asked of me
Should you need a greater force?
Just ask me,
It also passed away

The opera's not my cup of tea
look all you want, you won't see me
through those fancy viewing glasses
among the high class lads and lasses

And a fancy debutante's ball?
I guess you know the answer ya'll
ties always seem to choke my neck
and cumberbunds, well what the heck!

A big ol' black stretch limousine
another place I'll not be seen
I like my little pick up truck
even when it gets me stuck

a muggy night
scent of sweat
stultifying

she clamors
head in hands
of fools and attitudes

always

her discomfort sets the mood
poor susceptible
princess pea

seems all the world's
a briar patch
and she
with no shoes

wheat feilds
where the sweet wind wanders
and the wires sing out in
their earnest voice

let me run the pliant
course where loves
wound weeps

and let me lay my head
beneath the stark and
reaching heavens
the wild thrill
for taming dreams
spill spill
glitter garland glam

let these rakish bejewelled
delights be free from heist
for youve stolen me from
lesser plans
and built your fortress

there's a cruel edge
to your steel-blue eyes
and your poems slither off
your tongue

who do you make love to
when you're not fucking me
from behind, that's your
way, i've gotten used to it,
your dogged determination
to take me as i am,

All the words are bitter bile
abhorred as soon as written down
added to the discard pile
I rip another page and frown

How can I write when filled with rage
with words and thoughts aflame?
shaking pen will not engage
will I ever again write the same?

I would to write of peace and love
ideals which lay in disarray
turning red rimmed eyes above
"Bring back my calm to me!" I pray