LIFE
I am both your directions
existing more with the cold frost
strong as a cobweb in the wind
hanging downward the most
somehow remaining
Those beaded rays have the colors
I've seen in paintings - ah life
they have cheated you...
thinner than a cobweb's thread
sheerer than any -
but it did attach itself
and held fast in strong winds
and sindged by leaping hot fires
life - of which at singular times
I am both your directions -
somehow I remain hanging downward the most
as both of your directions pull me.
I
I left my home of green rough wood,
a blue velvet couch.
I dream till now
A shiny dark bush
Just left of the door.
Down the walk
Clickity clack
As my doll in her carriage
want over the cracks -
"We'll go far away".
II
Don't cry my doll
Don't cry
I hold you and rock you to sleep
Hush hush I'm pretending now
I'm not your mother who died.
III
Help Help
Help I feel life coming closer
When all I want is to die.
From time to time
I make it rhyme
but don't hold that kind
of thing
against
me -
Oh well what the hell
so it won't sell
what I want to tell -
is what's on my mind
taint Dishes
taint Wishes
it's thoughts
flinging by
before I die
and to think
in ink.
Night of the Nite - soothing -
darkness - refreshes - Air
seems different - Night has
No eyes for no one - silence -
except to the night itself.
To the weeping Willow
I stood beneath your limbs
and you flowered and finally clung to me
and when the wind struck with...the earth
and sand - you clung to me.
I could have loved you once
and even said it
But you went away,
A long way away.
When you came back it was too late
And love was a forgotten word.
Remember?
