Middle of the night again Thought I was done with this Nothing but a pain Nothing but another piss I've got to make it to the other side Make it through to sun rise Make this time worth something Make the pain the piece that brings Peace What is it maybe illusion Maybe confusion of thoughts Stress wishes half formed image Always looking for a new page To turn in this book This book of life I took From some shelf so long ago I don't remember only know The late late hour is pulling Dragging at me got me mulling Over what's it all about Like the song like the shout I don't have strength to utter At three am wanna call my mother These long years gone to rest In the dirt in the ground in the air With my father always a fight and a pair Of misfits that showed me a way To get through life Not seize the slice Of happiness we're given More like a wedge that's driven Between Love and life don't mean the same This isn't a game It's all we have This life to travel down is not free No we pay a fee Called freedom and happiness Misery and stupid mess It's life In three am review I lie here wishing I were free Again to sleep perchance to dream The poet said so I cannot scream From this bed where I lie It won't help if I cry I write my nighttime ramble And hope my words will scramble My head back to calm To simple ram ram ram Das or nam myoho Renge kyo To a time where I know Which way is up Which cup Is mine and if it's running over I can fall back in clover Of my thought and roll and roll Smell the sweet earth Get out of my head it's not worth This nighttime ramble I need to sleep again not scramble My brain beyond recognition Not turn the ignition That starts me going Time for slowing It down Slow the frown Slow my brain I'm just a tiny bit insane In this late hour Turn off the power and Sleep and calm and Let me go Let me slow These thoughts A minute Long enough to get in it Draw down the dreams Bring on my seam less worry free silk In sleeping Wonder Not plunder Of hole or moldy Old Thoughts But sleep Sleep Sleep Please Please
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That's our lady of the green dress
Can't you see She's a bad girl Just look at her eyeliner I thought you were a saint Oh no you got the wrong girl Our lady of the green dress Is a fashion statement This is not no Religiosity thing She's pure punk Alive and kicking Don't put your Tired old sainthood On my lady No no no Our lady of the green dress She's got it goin on Approach the problem Head on Flex and bend Return to center Smile and serious Dig for the reason Say it straight With a smile If I do this And don't give up Half way through I may reach the other side The other side Looks like Oz to me Colors flowers Witch squashed under the house I will keep on Wishing well Wishing happiness and Freedom from suffering As I continue to approach Two little sisters cousins Best friends roll by In strollers Matching plastic yellow sandles Yellow hair clips Hot pink limo trolls the crowd Tremendous woman sprawls asleep On a bench Pink dress cut down to here Up to there Seven head scarves Two Yankee caps On the train Baby sleeps in his stroller Parents crowd attentive around Old man younger than me Sleeps hugs his backpack Raises head to wipe drool Nods again Baby jerks awake Wails twice Nods again Our stop Out into the tide Of bodies Six red beacons float up
Out of darkness Signaling I don't know what Dark is blacker here No street lights Raccoon scurries across Not running More power walking As we creep up the hill Looks like a sheer rock face ahead Getting closer We see the night time illusion just more road Bushes crowd us Try to obliterate the road Nature beating back the humans The house waits for us In stillness No need to battle the dark Any longer This quiet is bigger than The two of us We come and go And will leave the forest to Its secret life Green and growing Tolerating us but Ready to be rid of us I drove into the country Away from my city Woods grass flowers Big houses Far from each other Along the road teeny yellow flags What do they mean Gas line Moose scat Flea circus Then American flags Parade over a bridge and Down Main Street What do they mean Holiday Remember our troops We had to decorate the town And flags were on sale Further on a couple of signs For sale Three of them What do they mean Can't afford to live here any more Moving in with mom Grandma died we're selling All her stuff Flags signs country What does it all mean Heat penetrates Every bit of me That bit under my chin Sticky damp I hold my arms slightly raised So as not to meet my sides Can't bear their sticky touch Even hair follicles Individually perspiring Oh the backs of my knees Unbearably damp Fans blast all day AC cranked And the moment I walk out into it Heat pounding sun A wall of heat takes me in Folds me in its arms Like a lover And I melt On the doorstep Finger wet on the buzzer Not forever after all The door opens to Cool interior I step inside again How can one small corner of sky Contain such drama Grey thunderheads To prima donna pink White lace and Baby blue Down to Pale grey film I couldn't have dreamed it up And there it is with No one even looking up to see I wonder what else I almost missed today Plunge Cool water envelopes Body temperature drops Vision narrows Mud green and rocks Sound stops Feel of silk on skin Down to the scalp Relief Heat mugginess forgotten Why was I miserable When I can have this Release Rebirth In water All that came before Is gone Nothing now but Immersion Rebirth Water The young moms Noble beauty Brim full with child They hold their bellies Protectively as they talk At once grown And children themselves They face lives so much Harder than I ever faced Somehow keep trying Day after day Put their babies first Go without so the children Have food clothes everything These babies are loved Fiercely This is clear These moms will face down Anything in their way Make their children's lives Better than their own |